Guillotine - Intellectual

[Chorus]

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes

Guillotine, yeah

[Verse 1]

Sit in the dark and ponder

How I'm fit to make the bottom

Fall through the floor

And they all fall down, yeah

(It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes) Yeah

Out of the shadows, barrage of witch-tongue cobra spit

Over apocalyptic cult killer cauldron smoke stomp music, seriously, yeah

(It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes)

Can't stop the groove licks

Jaws clear off them locks

Relentless raw movement

Fit to knock you from here to that G-spot body rock, connected

To everything you want, ever did want

We got it, why not come get it?

Stick your head in that hole and watch me drop

This cold guillotine death sentence, yeah

Yeah

[Chorus]

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes

Guillotine, yeah

[Verse 2]

Hidden art, between and beneath

Every fragmented figure of speech

Tongue in reverse, whenever the beat

Causes my jaws to call

Out, out, out, out, yeah

(It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes) The screen's flashing red

(It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes) Can't see shit but heads

(It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes) Spinning Exorcist, like planets

(It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes) Out of orbit, off the edge

(It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes) Of mine axis, whipping through doors

(It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes) To far more than all that’s ever been said, yeah

Tie the cord, kick the chair and you're dead, yeah

Yeah

[Chorus]

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes

Guillotine, yeah

[Verse 3]

Head of a trick in a bucket

Body of a trick in a bag

And thrown in the fire like "fuck it"

Gotta burn it before it goes bad

One too many times been disgusted

By the stench of rot, it's such a drag, yeah

Get broke by the street, like bloodstained glass, yeah

Choke on these nuts till the very last, yeah

(It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes)

Serial number, killing machine, the illest of means

To an end built on the filthy sound you're experiencing, yeah

Yeah

[Chorus]

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes

Guillotine, yeah

[Verse 4]

Tinted windows, bulletproof

The slip knot fixing rope to noose

To the gravestone grinder of cold steel

The passion that blinds me so I feel, yeah

Can't let go, no it flows through our veins

Blows through our tunnels and rattles our chains

And they all fall down, yeah

[Outro]

Yeah