Portrait of a Headless Man

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 am crying, in the portrait

Of a headless man.

Laugh

I am 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 am crying, in the portrait

Of a headless man.

Laugh!

I am laughing, in the portrait

Of a headless man