Warhead - A Piece Of Your Flesh lyrics

[music: eilen-breitenbach / lyrics: eilen / arranged by WARHEAD] ... in his thoughts the murderer blames the ones who pa** the laws, sentence to d**h and file the cases away. In his eyes they commit a murder, planned and legalized by the government. He asks himself: Could they ever k** 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 bu*ton You pronounce the d**h sentence Then you put me on hold, your henchmen to k** me Could you ever k** 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 no harm 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 k** me !? YOU LET ME ROT, LIKE A PIECE OF YOUR FLESH YOU LET ME ROT, LIKE A PIECE OF YOUR FLESH