Portrait of a Headless Man

In a world controlled by fire
 In a world controlled by fire
 Psychotic preachers thrive
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 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
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 Cry
 I am crying, in the portrait
 Of a headless man
 Laugh
 I am laughing, in the portrait
 Of a headless man
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 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
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 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
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 Cry
 I am crying, in the portrait
 Of a headless man
 Laugh
 I am laughing, in the portrait
 Of a headless man