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