(Cut off their heads and they will grow back again, grow back again) By a long night on a long drive In the long arms of the night I guides There's evil behind businessmen There's no light behind every doors It's just compromise upon compromise Am I right? Am I wrong? Am I right? Am I wrong? If you find a wide open door you might chase the infinite shadow (I've tried to trade your soul by the next door) (Cut off their heads and they will grow back again, grow back again) Ban the men and hang the lords Hunt down souls and chase the gods I know you'll try to throw my soul to the beasts And i wonder why I cry And i wonder why I try There's no home for dismissed souls There's no grave for rotten bones And I wonder why I cry And I wonder why I'll die I said no home for dismissed souls Ain't no grave for rotten bones (I've tried to trade your soul by the next door I've tried to trade your soul by the next door)