SepticfleshPortrait of a Headless Man

"what could be more simple and more complex, more obvious and more profound than a portrait?" [charles baudelaire]
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
believed 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