A Necklace of Rubies, For You
Heads roll, faces spinning before your eyes
Death to Louise the thirteenth,
They yell
Death to the Monarchy,
They chant
CHOP.
SLASH.
CHOP.
Comes the sound of the Devil's teeth
The innocent scream
The rest cheer and shout
Very few look away in shame
Nobody tries to help us
The blamed
The innocent
They blame us...all of us
CHOP.
SLASH.
CHOP.
Dirty sweaty limbs jerk in fright
Snarled hair itches our faces
Our priceless clothing...Rags
The smell of death haunts us
It waits...
Taunting us.
In the form of a giant metal knife
CHOP.
SLASH.
CHOP.
The cart halts with a jolt
Its inhabitants toppling
To one side of the cart
Like a handful of
Mangled china dolls
Our hearts are shattered
We feel nothing
We see nothing
Cause if we do
It hurts
CHOP.
SLASH.
CHOP.
Death to the Monarchy,
They yell
Long live the republic,
They chant
As one by one
Human beings face their fate
CHOP.
SLASH.
CHOP.
A mother begs for
Your life,
My life.
As she is torn from your arms!
I am but a child.
I am blamed
But I am Innocent
Can't you see?
I am a but child...A Child
What is your republic
But a gruesome nightmare?
CHOP.
SLASH.
CHOP.
What has become of your order?
Your hands are drenched in blood
Your perfect cities are
Bloated with carnage and filth
Think of it.
Mother...your mother
CHOP.
SLASH.
CHOP.
Her head, shaken in your face.
Her eyes lifeless and cold.
Praying, I am praying
My head embraces
Madame Guillotine endows a
Bitterstweet Necklace of rubies
CHOP.
SLASH.
CHOP.
It could be yours next
Dress soaked with blood
Still conscious
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
Pain...so much pain
Six
Five
Four
Blurred faces
Three
Two
One
Death...
It comes softly to the suffering
To the innocent
To the blamed
Soon, it will come back
To haunt you
CHOP.
SLASH.
CHOP.
Soon, it will have you
Then, what will become of you republic?
Your reborn society?
But a hundred faces detached
CHOP.
SLASH.
CHOP.
From bodies that have turned
Upon each other
Blaming...You Innocent?
Do not speak of innocence to me
For I am but a child
And you have turned your face from me
CHOP.
SLASH.
CHOP.
Madame Guillotine is calling
And she is hungry
For the blamed
For the innocent
For the guilty
For you...