In Taking Twelve

Sharpen your knives
Peer through the glass
And kick in the French doors
We’re coming to get you
To read the text
That ties it all together, together
The night is on fire
(So) cart in the guillotine
And lift your blades
Then lift your chin
Your sheets look good in red
Disband the Blackshirts
We all bleed
Before we burn
We all burn
Together