G-U-I-L-L-O-T-I-N-E
Yeah what might seem barbaric is a last resort to me.
Cause we waited for our crumbs to trickle down so patiently.
And now we get to cosplay like it’s 1933.
G-U-I-L-L-O-T-I-N-E
I tried so hard for so damn long to have radical empathy.
But now they’ve got me thinking,
“what’s my favorite morale machine?”
Gotta be the G-U-I-L-L-O-T-I-N-E.
I always thought that if the pen was mightier than the sword,
why do actions speak louder than words?
And if you want a way better world,
Well, just keep on yelling with a little bit of spelling.
G-U-I-L-L-O-T-I-N-E
There’s no such thing as a self-made man when their fathers took everything.
I’m cashing in my karma for some real sharp gravity.
Yeah gimme the G-U-I-L-L-O-T-I-N-E.
G-U-I-L-L-O-T-I-N-E
It costs too much to give a fuck
when you’re out of capacity.
How comfortable the soil feels
when you’re begging at their feet.
Yeah gimme the G-U-I-L-L-O-T-I-N-E
I always thought that every olive branch was natural and free.
‘Till we burned down the crops and the trees.
So thank you for the scraps we receive,
The G-U-I-L-L-O-T-I-N-E.
I always thought that if the pen was mightier than the sword,
Why do actions speak louder than words?
And if you wanna fly as free as the birds,
Just put their heads on wooden boards.
