If I look up I know the machine is there
The framework's in the system
But the blade is missing, it's only sky
Wayward clouds and
Bright blue sky

The convict, Me, is hiding in the flowers
The convict, Me, is convinced he can't be seen
Next to the guillotine
La Guillotine de Magritte

Under it, the bucket is for my spilled claret
But I use it as a cooler for Rosé Saignée Champagne
Right next to the guillotine
La Guillotine de Magritte

If I look up I know it is waiting therе
Somewhere in thе dead of night
With or without a blood-red moon
La Guillotine de Magritte

La Guillotine
La Guillotine de Magritte

I'm sorry for my afterlife, I haven't changed it yet
The delinquent is not yet ready
For the Guillotine de Magritte
I'm sorry for my afterlife, I haven't changed it yet
This delinquent is not yet ready
For the Guillotine de Magritte

I'm sorry for my afterlife, I haven't changed it yet
This delinquent is not yet ready
For Magritte's Guillotine