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