Head on your shoulders
When you think, it smoulders
Blade through your skin
Guillotined for your sin
Now I have your head
Held up by your hair
Blood drips on your people
Who see the face of despair
“Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But, since no one was listening, everything must be said again.” – Andre Gide
Head on your shoulders
When you think, it smoulders
Blade through your skin
Guillotined for your sin
Now I have your head
Held up by your hair
Blood drips on your people
Who see the face of despair