Guillotine Lyrics

Guilty; ‘til proved otherwise

A trip to the gallows in not what you’ll get
For all of your crimes a severe punishment
In front of the public on your final day
Kicking and screaming; pathetic display
Cheering, the peasants they’ll look at your shame
Post head-removal thoughts still in your brain
Basket nears closer, your expression; pain
Cranium severed, your life nears it’s end

All of your actions, have they come to this?
Your entire family watching you at your death
All that you’ve brought them; naught but shame

Now close your eyes