Luyện nghe bài hát Beheaded

In the never ending circle where the powerless
Grows a struggle from the of sustaining defeat
In the face of coward lies the blindest of hate
In the a sharpened image of the damage they made

You look at me to bear the burden of the suffering
Wasn't me behind the of a heartless mask
were you the day that everybody cursed your name?
You were the distant voice of pride that never stood the

The weak of the will use fist
And the fist of the frail will gun
The loudest of provoke bombs
And in the wrath he chase until it's done

Your is dead, dead wrong
Dead, dead
Your philosophy is dead, dead
Dead, wrong

history is dead, dead wrong
Dead, wrong
philosophy is dead, dead wrong
Dead, dead

the mind of modern culture there's an idle cog
It's the section of humanity that never
And in the midst of moving forward we given the right
The wolves attack the and bury the guilt inside

I won't forget the twisted picture of the filth you
Or disregard the the faded voices of the we hurt
But I was pulling triggers or disregarding your face
Look at me to the reason for the pain you trace

The weak of the mind use fist
And the of the frail will bring gun
The of guns provoke bombs
And in the he will chase until it's done

Your is dead, dead wrong
Dead, dead
Your is dead, dead wrong
Dead, dead

Your history is dead, dead
Dead, wrong
Your is dead, dead wrong
Dead, wrong

The scars the pain
Reflections will
The scars outlive the
Reflections remain

The outlive the pain
will remain
The scars the pain
Your sickness will

Dead, wrong, dead, dead wrong
Dead, dead wrong, dead, dead
Dead, dead wrong, dead, dead
Dead, dead wrong, dead, wrong