Guillotine

The executioner stands with his machine
They wanna see you sliced apart, they think you're obscene
Oh, is there no way now you can redeem?
Do you think that your death is a dream?

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Can't understand what I've done
There's nowhere I can run
In God's name and his son
Has the revolution won?

Your life flashes past for all to view
When you die, does this mean everything starts new?
Is this the cold-blooded death you think you deserve
To the people all your life you have tried to serve?

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