A Piece Of Your Flesh Lyrics - Warhead

...in his thoughts the murderer blames the ones who pass the laws, 

sentence to death and file the cases away. In his eyes they commit a 

murder, planned and legalized by the government. He asks himself: Could 

they ever kill 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 button 

You pronounce the death sentence 

Then you put me on hold, your henchmen to kill me 

Could you ever kill 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 kill me!? 

YOU LET ME ROT, LIKE A PIECE OF YOUR FLESH 

YOU LET ME ROT, LIKE A PIECE OF YOUR FLESH