WHEN THE HEAD IS GONE...
without head cannot see,
without head cannot talk,
I felt the cold blade breaking my neck /
without head cannot smell,
without head cannot think,
from up here I'm watching this scene of carnage /
without head I'm still alive,
I understand they all went mad,
enjoy torture and betrayal,
sadistic crowd /
while I hear them scream and shout,
fury's growing in my heart,
in disgust I fly away,
far from their doom /
when the head is gone,
when the hate is done /
for years I tried to help them with devotion,
lying to my own caste,
to give them their due /
without any gratitude,
they took advantage of me,
now they organize my death,
won't happen again /
without head cannot see,
without head cannot move,
without head cannot scream,
angry to be murdered /
when the head is gone,
when the hate is done
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