Текст песни Warhead - A Piece Of Your Flesh
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...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 amurder, planned and legalized by the government. He asks himself: Couldthey ever kill a man with their own hands?...This is my life, a piece of paper in your handsYou play the big guyYou`re behind the scenes of the crimeYou don`t push the buttonYou pronounce the death sentenceThen you put me on hold, your henchmen to kill meCould you ever kill a man with your own handsTell me how strong you would beIf you were forced to execute me!?YOU LET ME ROT, LIKE A PIECE OF YOUR FLESHYOU LET ME ROT, LIKE A PIECE OF YOUR FLESHYou really believe.You`re going to church on Sunday.You could do no harmYou represent the public opinionI guess you don`t knowWhat`s going to happen that morningOr you simply suppress that you`re a murdererCould you ever sleep well at night, if I`d face youTell me how grateful you`d beIf your own hands had to kill me!?YOU LET ME ROT, LIKE A PIECE OF YOUR FLESHYOU LET ME ROT, LIKE A PIECE OF YOUR FLESH