Warhead - Seçme Parçalar : A Piece Of Your Flesh
 

Warhead



Seçme Parçalar



A Piece Of Your Flesh





... in his thoughts the murderer blames the ones who pass the laws, sentence to death and file the cases away. In his eyes they commit a murder, planned and legalized by the government. He asks himself: Could they ever kill a man with their own hands? ...







This is my life, a piece of paper in your hands



You play the big guy



You`re behind the scenes of the crime



You don`t push the button



You pronounce the death sentence



Then you put me on hold, your henchmen to kill me



Could you ever kill a man with your own hands



Tell me how strong you would be



If you were forced to execute me !?



YOU LET ME ROT, LIKE A PIECE OF YOUR FLESH



YOU LET ME ROT, LIKE A PIECE OF YOUR FLESH







You really believe.



You`re going to church on Sunday.



You could do noh arm



You represent the public opinion



I guess you don`t know



What`s going to happen that morning



Or you simply suppress that you`re a murderer



Could you ever sleep well at night, if I`d face you



Tell me how grateful you`d be



If your own hands had to kill me !?



YOU LET ME ROT, LIKE A PIECE OF YOUR FLESH



YOU LET ME ROT, LIKE A PIECE OF YOUR FLESH