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 The delinquent is not yet ready For Magritte's Guillotine