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I’m standing at the Place de la Concorde
The air is thick with the scent of iron
Robespierre has a migraine today
He is cutting the logic into small pieces (Small pieces)
The Bastille in my chest is empty
The heavy keys are sinking in the Seine
The pavement is cold and gray
The National Guard is sleeping in the hall
The guillotine is a vertical line
A geometry of finality (A vertical line)
The sound is like a door closing (The sound)
Marie Antoinette is wearing a paper dress
She is dancing on a wooden table (She is dancing)
The Tuileries are smoldering in the rain
The smoke smells like old paper and grease
Saint-Just is checking his silver pocket watch
He has no mercy for the polished glass
Danton is shouting in the street
He is looking for a reason to stay
The guillotine is a vertical line
A geometry of finality (A vertical line)
The sound is like a door closing
Versailles is a pile of damp wood
It doesn't burn, it just chokes the air
I am the Jacobin of my own history
I am purging the soft parts
Saturn is eating his breakfast now
He is swallowing the seconds whole
The Committee of Public Safety is meeting in my head
They have decided on the color of the blood
The guillotine is a vertical line
A geometry of finality (A vertical line)
The sound is like a door closing
The blade is falling (Falling)
The blade is falling (Falling)
The crowd is quiet
The king is a memory of a shape
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