It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes
It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes
Guillotine yeah

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, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, yeah

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

The screens flashing red, can't see shit but heads
Spinning exorcist like planets
Out of orbit off the edge
Off mine axis whipping through doors to far more than all that's ever been said, yeah

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

Yeah, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes
Guillotine yeah, guillotine yeah

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 is such a drag yeah

Get broke by the street like blood stained 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

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes
Guillotine yeah, guillotine yeah

Tinted windows, bulletproof
The slip knot fixing rope to noose
To the grave stone 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

Copyright: WARP MUSIC LIMITED
Writer(s): Andrew Morin, Stefan Corbin Burnett, Zachary Hill