The singing guillotine Is our harsh reality. The man removed From the killing blow This is empty, Cold, inhuman. I long for an execution Like Darmiens, A hateful death, An ugly death, one At the hands of another Living man. I want to look into his eyes As he binds my arms and legs To four horses. Curse his god As he pours boiling oil and lead Into my wounds. In a bloody heap I will lie. It hurts. Its hurts. It hurts. I am Relieved.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.