"Guillotine" lyrics

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes
It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes
Guillotine, yeah

Sit in the dark and ponder
How I'm fit to make the bottom
Fall through the floor
And they all fall down, yeah
(It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes) Yeah
Out of the shadows, barrage of witch-tongue cobra spit
Over apocalyptic cult killer cauldron smoke stomp music, seriously, yeah
(It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes)
Can't stop the groove licks
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, yeah
Yeah

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes
It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes
Guillotine, yeah

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, yeah
(It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes) The screen's flashing red
(It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes) Can't see shit but heads
(It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes) Spinning Exorcist, like planets
(It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes) Out of orbit, off the edge
(It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes) Of mine axis, whipping through doors
(It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes) To far more than all that's ever been said, yeah
Tie the cord, kick the chair and you're dead, yeah
Yeah

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes
It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes
Guillotine, yeah
Guillotine, yeah

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, it's such a drag, yeah
Get broke by the street, like bloodstained glass, yeah
Choke on these nuts till the very last, yeah
(It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes)
Serial number, killing machine, the illest of means
To an end built on the filthy sound you're experiencing, yeah
Yeah

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes
It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes
Guillotine, yeah
Guillotine, yeah

Tinted windows, bulletproof
The slip knot fixing rope to noose
To the gravestone grinder of cold steel
The passion that blinds me so I feel, yeah
Can't let go, no it flows through our veins
Blows through our tunnels and rattles our chains
And they all fall down, yeah

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