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It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes |
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It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes |
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Guillotine - yah |
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Sit in the dark and ponder how |
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I'm fit to make the bottom fall through the floor |
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And they all fall down - yah |
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It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes... |
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Guillotine - yah |
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Out of the shadows barrage of witch tongue |
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Cobra spit over apocalyptic cult killer cauldron smoke |
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Stomp music seriously - yah |
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It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes... |
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Guillotine - yah |
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Can't stop the groove lics jaws clear off them locks relentless raw movement |
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Fit to knock you from here to that g-spot body rock connected |
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To everything you want, ever did want |
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We got it why not come get it, stick your head in that hole |
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And watch me drop this cold guillotine death sentence - yah |
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It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes... |
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Guillotine - yah |
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Hidden art, between and beneath, every fragmented, figure of speech, |
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Tongue in reverse, whenever the beat, causes my jaws to call |
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Out out out out - yah |
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The screens flashing red, can't see shit but heads |
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Spinning exorcist like planets |
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Out of orbit off the edge |
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Off mine axis whipping through doors to far more than all that's ever been said - yah |
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Tie the chord kick the chair and your dead - yah |
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Yah ... guillotine - yah ... guillotine - yah |
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Head of a trick in a bucket |
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Body of a trick in a bag |
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And thrown in the fire like fuck it |
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Gotta burn it before it goes bad |
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One too many times been disgusted |
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By the stench of rot is such a drag - yah |
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Get broke by the street like blood stained glass - yah |
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Choke on these nuts til the very last - yah |
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It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes... |
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Guillotine - yah |
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Serial number, killing machine |
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The illest of means, |
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To an end built on the filthy sound you're experiencing - yah |
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It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes... |
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Guillotine - yah |
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Tinted windows, bulletproof |
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The slip knot fixin rope to noose |
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To the grave stone grinder of cold steel |
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The passion that blinds me so |
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I feel - Y |
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AH Can't let go, no it flows through our veins |
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Blows through our tunnels and rattles our chains |
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And they all fall down - yah |
