[Verse 1: Ryan Clark]
In the never-ending circle where the powerless meet
There grows a struggle from the burden of sustaining defeat
In the face of every coward lies the blindest of hate
And in the eyes a sharpened image of the damage they made
You look at me to bear the burden of the suffering past
It wasn't me behind the veil of a heartless mask
And where were you the day that everybody cursed your name?
You were the distant voice of pride that never stood the shame
[Pre-Chorus: Mike Williams]
The weak of the mind will use fist
And the fist of the frail will bring gun
The loudest of guns provoke bombs
And in wrath, he will chase until it's done
[Chorus: Ryan Clark, Ryan Clark & Mike Williams]
Your history is dead, dead wrong
Dead, dead wrong
Philosophy is dead, dead wrong
Dead, dead wrong
Your history is dead, dead wrong
Dead, dead wrong
Philosophy is dead, dead wrong
Dead, dead wrong
In the never-ending circle where the powerless meet
There grows a struggle from the burden of sustaining defeat
In the face of every coward lies the blindest of hate
And in the eyes a sharpened image of the damage they made
You look at me to bear the burden of the suffering past
It wasn't me behind the veil of a heartless mask
And where were you the day that everybody cursed your name?
You were the distant voice of pride that never stood the shame
[Pre-Chorus: Mike Williams]
The weak of the mind will use fist
And the fist of the frail will bring gun
The loudest of guns provoke bombs
And in wrath, he will chase until it's done
[Chorus: Ryan Clark, Ryan Clark & Mike Williams]
Your history is dead, dead wrong
Dead, dead wrong
Philosophy is dead, dead wrong
Dead, dead wrong
Your history is dead, dead wrong
Dead, dead wrong
Philosophy is dead, dead wrong
Dead, dead wrong
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