Guillotine day کے بول

Too many rifles at your head Too many lives from which you've fled Too many stains in your bed Too many wounds that never bled Too many tears still to be shed Too many reason to be dead Your time is up the day the guillotine comes down Your time is up the day the guillotine comes down Too many things you shouldn't have said Can't see a clearing up ahead This silly mess that you're in Will all the time be deepening Your time is up the day the guillotine comes down Your time is up the day the guillotine comes down Time burns you down each day time after time You try and tear yourself away And your thirst grows and grows And you can't find the well The clue you need to know Only time will tell