Portrait of a Headless Man - Septicflesh

In a world controlled by fire

In a world controlled by fire

Psychotic preachers thrive

They use the waves to bind us

They use the screens to blind us

I joined headless forces

They told us what to do

We worked, we fought, we bled

A cogwheel in the system

A ghost in the machine

In my private thoughts

Only pain felt real

Cry!

I’m crying, in the portrait

Of a headless man

Laugh!

I’m laughing, in the portrait

Of a headless man

I am a man with strong regrets

I followed great deceivers

Believe in headless leaders

They played their game, true sons of Cain

But I was a hopeless dreamer

With my head deep in the clouds

More joined the fiery leaders

And blood was shed in rivers

Those without a mind had to pick our side

With the use of fearsome methods

One more empty frame ready for display

On a gallery of headless portraits

Cry!

I’m crying, in the portrait

Of a headless man

Laugh!

I’m laughing, in the portrait

Of a headless man