The executioner stands with his machine
They want to see him slice without difficulty
Oh isn't it all he can retain

Do you think that your death is a dream

Guillotine

Guillotine
Guillotine
Guillotine


Can't understand what I've done
There's nowhere I can run

In god's name and his son
Has the revolution won


Your life flashes past your altered view
When you die, doesn't mean everything starts new
Is this the cold-blooded death you think you deserve

To the people all your life you tried do serve