Gone With The Guillotine Songtext
The story line drug out for hours,
The fixed up alibis are taking off, and causing conflict in my mind,
She somehow knew, but I was careful,
Put on regret, and wear it everywhere I go,
Don't go,
But I'm still buying time,
To confront these allegations,
The hardest part of letting go,
Is to do the right thing, if you don't want to,
I can't figure it out,
My conscience is eating me alive,
So give me one more chance to protest this execution,
To protest this execution,
Getting back to where we started,
The beat of a pick me up,
I could turn around and let you leave,
Another fatal mistake,
Letting you take all of the hurt I must have made,
But I'll be gone with the guillotine for now,
Gone for now,
But I'm still buying time,
To confront these allegations,
The hardest part of letting go,
Is to do the right thing, if you don't want to,
I can't figure it out,
My conscience is eating me alive,
So give me one more chance to protest this execution,
I've come here to confess,
And that meant to everything I've done,
You say you had no clue,
And I'd say your time had come,
So hold your head up high,
To keep your neck exposed,
And take all of my words,
As I shoot an arrow through your throat,[x5]
The fixed up alibis are taking off, and causing conflict in my mind,
She somehow knew, but I was careful,
Put on regret, and wear it everywhere I go,
Don't go,
But I'm still buying time,
To confront these allegations,
The hardest part of letting go,
Is to do the right thing, if you don't want to,
I can't figure it out,
My conscience is eating me alive,
So give me one more chance to protest this execution,
To protest this execution,
Getting back to where we started,
The beat of a pick me up,
I could turn around and let you leave,
Another fatal mistake,
Letting you take all of the hurt I must have made,
But I'll be gone with the guillotine for now,
Gone for now,
But I'm still buying time,
To confront these allegations,
The hardest part of letting go,
Is to do the right thing, if you don't want to,
I can't figure it out,
My conscience is eating me alive,
So give me one more chance to protest this execution,
I've come here to confess,
And that meant to everything I've done,
You say you had no clue,
And I'd say your time had come,
So hold your head up high,
To keep your neck exposed,
And take all of my words,
As I shoot an arrow through your throat,[x5]