Newbrighton - Guillotine Lyrics

What a finite little flame
That burns more faithfully than mine
With your hand in mine, my wandering eyes
Are still searching for a light

Better I an amputee
Than cast into the flames!
Slipping thought, a cabernet drop
Let us marvel at the stain

Thank God we're all going to die
(Thank God! Thank God!)
Thank God if it's all a lie
Thank God I'm a liar
Thank God

How many hands have I kissed
That turned into lips?
How many tongues could sing
Of my faithlessness?

I've become the evil that I hate
Come on and burn me at the stake
Or push the plank through my eyes
As long as I don't see the mess