Memory of a Cut off Head - Ocs

Oh, what a day, I lost my body

A feast for beast and all mankind

I am prescription filled for your mind

And the tyrants had their party

While the people fell to pieces

World cries out

Oh, can’t you see us?

But they’ve clearly lost their mind

They will come to live again, again

(In a soldier’s mind, a washed up body)

So where is God?

He has no say here

At least the beast is fleeting too

We have an unstrung fate for all time

Yet the masters have their money

While the people pray to pictures

Words of peace hang in the houses

But we’ve clearly missed the point

They will come to live again, again

(In a soldier’s mind, a haunting vision)

What can we say?

We have no army

At least the east will rise a sun

I am so lonesome now for a time

And the tyrants had their party

While the people fell to pieces

World cries out

Oh, can’t you see us?

But they’ve clearly lost their mind

They will come to live again, again