Memory of a Cut Off Head

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 Were grassed out Can't you see us? Well, they've clearly lost their mind They will come to live again, again (Against your body) So where is god? He has no say here At least the beast is fleeting to We have an unstrung face for old time Let the masters have their money While the people pray to picture Work of peace and in the houses We have clearly missed the point They will come to live again, again (against your body) What can we say? We have no army At least the east will rise a sun I am so lonesome now for a ty And the tyrants had their party While the people fell to pieces Were grassed out Can't you see us? What? They've clearly lost their mind They will come to live again, again