Demon Hunter, Michael Jason Williams - Beheaded lyrics

In the never-ending circle where
The powerless meet
There grows a struggle from the
Burden of sustaining defeat
In the face of every coward
Lies the blindest of hate
And in the eyes a sharpened image
Of the damage they made
You look at me to bear the
Burden of the suffering past
It wasn’t me behind the veil
Of a heartless mask
And where were you the day
That everybody cursed your name?
You were the distant voice of pride
That never stood the shame

The weak of the mind will use fist
And the fist of the frail will bring gun
The loudest of guns provoke bombs
And in wrath he will chase until it’s done

Your history is dead dead wrong
Dead- Dead wrong philosophy is dead
Dead wrong dead- Dead wrong
Your history is dead dead wrong
Dead- Dead wrong philosophy is dead
Dead wrong dead- Dead wrong

Within the mind of modern culture
There’s an idle cog it is the section of
Humanity that never forgot
And in the midst of moving forward
We have given the right
To let the wolves attack the
Sheep and bury guilt inside
I won’t forget the twisted picture of
The filth that we were
Or disregard the faded voices of
The people we hurt
But, I was never pulling triggers
Or degrading your face
Don’t look at me to give the reason
For the pain that you trace

The weak of the mind will use fist
And the fist of the frail will bring gun
The loudest of guns provoke bombs
And in wrath he will chase until it’s done

Your history is dead dead wrong
Dead, Dead wrong philosophy is dead
Dead wrong dead, Dead wrong
Your history is dead dead wrong
Dead, Dead wrong philosophy is dead
Dead wrong dead, Dead wrong

The scars outlive the pain
Reflections will remain
The scars outlive the pain
Your sickness will remain
The scars outlive the pain
Reflections will remain
The scars outlive the pain
Your sickness will remain

Dead, Dead wrong dead, Dead wrong
Dead, Dead wrong dead, Dead wrong
Dead, Dead wrong dead, Dead wrong
Dead, Dead wrong dead, Dead wrong