To the people who dropped the guillotine
To the ones who take you to your knees
Where are they now?
Insults that cut you to the core
The ones that make you plead no more
Where are they now?
Take a look around, pry up the floorboards
Where your tears once fell, if these walls could talk
Just knock them down, leave them in the past
Nowhere to be found, they're dead and gone
They're dead and gone, moved on to better days
They're focused on all the small things
Seen some wasted days, being a victim
Now they've got a taste
Now all the quiet ones, outspoken and free
And all the wicked ones are seated beneath me