in a world controlled by fire in a world controlled by fire psychotic preachers thrive they use the waves to bind us they use the screens to blind us i joined headless forces they told us what to do we worked we fought we bled a cogwheel in the system a ghost in the machine in my private thoughts only pain felt real cry i m crying in the portrait of a headless man laugh i m laughing in the portrait of a headless man i am a man with strong regrets i followed great deceivers believed in headless leaders they played their game true sons of cain but i was a hopeless dreamer with my head deep in the clouds more joined the fiery leaders and blood was shed in rivers those without a mind had to pick our side with the use of fearsome methods one more empty frame ready for display on a gallery of headless portraits cry i m crying in the portrait of a headless man laugh i m laughing in the portrait of a headless man