Memory Of A Cut Off Head

(альбом: Memory Of A Cut Off Head - 2017)

Oh, what a day, I lost my body
A feast for beast and all mankind
I am prescription filled for your mind

And the tyrants had their party
While the people fell to pieces
World cries out, "Oh, can't you see us?"
But they've clearly lost their mind

They will come to live again, again
In a soldier's mind, a washed up body

So, where is God? He has no say here
At least the beast is fleeting too
We have an unstrung fate for all time

Yet, the masters have their money
While the people pray to pictures
Words of peace hang in the houses
But we've clearly missed the point

They will come to live again, again
In a soldier's mind, a haunting vision

What can we say? We have no army
At least the east will rise a sun
I am so lonesome now for a time

And the tyrants had their party
While the people fell to pieces
World cries out, "Oh, can't you see us?"
But they've clearly lost their mind

They will come to live again, again