My heart beat stumbles and my back bone crumbles.
I feel, 'Is it real?' as the lynch mob doubles.
They want blood and they'll kill for it,
Drain me and they'll kneel for it.
Burn me at the stake,
Met the devil,
Made the deal for it.
Guillotine dreams,
Yeah, their guillotine gleems.
The blood of their enemies,
Watching while they sentence me.
Sentencing ceased
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