Beheaded
Demon Hunter Lyrics


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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 of 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

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

Your history is dead
Dead wrong
Dead, dead wrong
Philosophy is wrong
Dead wrong
Dead, dead wrong

Within the mind of modern culture
There's an idle cog
It is the section of humanity that never forgot
And in the midst of moving foward we have given the right
To let the wolves attack the sheep and bury guilt inside
I won't forget the twisted picture of the filth that we were
Or disregard the faded voices of the people we hurt
But I was never pulling triggers or degrading your face
Don't look at me to give the reason for the pain that you trace

Your history is dead
Dead wrong
Dead, dead wrong
Philosophy is wrong
Dead wrong
Dead, dead wrong

The scars outlive the pain
Reflections will remain
The scars outlive the pain
Your sickness will remain





Dead, dead wrong

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Demon Hunter's Beheaded tackles the theme of accountability and responsibility. The song describes the never-ending cycle of violence and hate where the powerless meets and how the burden of sustaining defeat perpetuates a struggle. The lyrics point out the different forms of violence that people use and the wrath that follows until it is done. The lyrics are a commentary on how humanity can forget the atrocities they have committed in the name of moving forward. The song calls out those that are quick to assign blame and demand that others bear the burden of their past suffering without taking responsibility for their actions.


The first verse states that the loudest of guns provoke bombs, and the wrath that follows is unrelenting until it is done. The song pits the weak of the mind against the fist of the frail, and both sides perpetuate the never-ending circle of violence. The line "Your history is dead, dead wrong, philosophy is wrong, dead wrong, dead, dead wrong" is a reminder to listeners that their actions and the beliefs they hold can have lasting consequences. The scars of the pain that has been inflicted upon society may heal, but the reflections will remain, and the sickness will remain.


The song's message is powerful and thought-provoking, and it encourages the listener to examine their own actions and beliefs carefully. It highlights the importance of taking responsibility for one's actions and the consequences that follow. The song reminds us that we should not assign blame and instead work towards creating a better society.


Line by Line Meaning

In the never-ending circle
In the continuous cycle of life


Where the powerless meet
Where the weak come together


There grows a struggle from the burden
A conflict arises from the weight they bear


Of sustaining defeat
Of constantly losing


In the face of every coward
When confronted with a scared person


Lies the blindest of hate
There is an unreasoned anger


And in the eyes of a sharpened image of the damage they made
A clear picture of the destruction they caused


You look at me to bear the burden of the suffering past
You expect me to take the blame for the pain experienced before


It wasn't me behind the veil of a heartless mask
I am not responsible for the cruelty committed


And where were you the day that everybody cursed your name?
You were absent when everyone disapproved of your actions


You were the distant voice of pride
You were proud but far removed from the situation


That never stood the shame
That never faced the guilt


The weak of the mind will use fist
Those who lack mental strength use physical force


And the fist of the frail will bring gun
Even the weak can resort to deadly weapons


The loudest of guns provoke bombs
Violence can escalate rapidly


And in wrath he will chase until it's done
The angry pursue their target until completed


Your history is dead
Your past is irrelevant


Dead wrong
Incorrect and flawed


Philosophy is wrong
The way of thinking is incorrect


Within the mind of modern culture
In the current mindset of society


There's an idle cog
A part that does not contribute or function


It is the section of humanity that never forgot
The group that remembers and holds grudges


And in the midst of moving foward we have given the right
In our progress, we have permitted


To let the wolves attack the sheep and bury guilt inside
To allow the strong to hurt the weak without consequence


I won't forget the twisted picture of the filth that we were
I remember the terrible way we acted in the past


Or disregard the faded voices of the people we hurt
I won't ignore the suffering of those affected


But I was never pulling triggers or degrading your face
But I was never the one doing physical damage


Don't look at me to give the reason for the pain that you trace
Don't blame me for the hurt you carry


The scars outlive the pain
The evidence of injury remains longer than the hurt


Reflections will remain
Memories will continue to exist


Your sickness will remain
The damage caused by your actions will persist


Dead, dead wrong
Terribly mistaken and in error




Lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: DON CLARK, RYAN CLARK

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