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GUILLOTINE

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes

Guillotine - yah

Sit in the dark and ponder how I'm fit to make the bottom fall through the floor

And they all fall down - yah

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes...

Guillotine - yah

Out of the shadows barrage of witch tongue

Cobra spit over apocalyptic cult killer cauldron smoke

Stomp music seriously - yah

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes...

Guillotine - yah

Can't stop the groove lics jaws clear off them locks relentless raw movement

Fit to knock you from here to that g-spot body rock connected

To everything you want, ever did want

We got it why not come get it, stick your head in that hole

And watch me drop this cold guillotine death sentence - yah

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes...

Guillotine - yah

Hidden art, between and beneath, every fragmented, figure of speech,

Tongue in reverse, whenever the beat, causes my jaws to call

Out out out out - yah

The screens flashing red, can't see shit but heads

Spinning exorcist like planets

Out of orbit off the edge

Off mine axis whipping through doors to far more than all that's ever been said - yah

Tie the chord kick the chair and your dead - yah

Yah ... guillotine - yah ... guillotine - yah

Head of a trick in a bucket

Body of a trick in a bag

And thrown in the fire like fuck it

Gotta burn it before it goes bad

One too many times been disgusted

By the stench of rot is such a drag - yah

Get broke by the street like blood stained glass - yah

Choke on these nuts til the very last - yah

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes...

Guillotine - yah

Serial number, killing machine

The illest of means,

To an end built on the filthy sound

you're experiencing - yah

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes...

Guillotine -- yah

Tinted windows, bulletproof

The slip knot fixin rope to noose

To the grave stone grinder of cold steel

The passion that blinds me so I feel - YAH

Can't let go, no it flows through our veins

Blows through our tunnels and rattles our chains

And they all fall down - yah