Guillotine

I saw my reflection in the static on my screen
He said, "You'll die before you come clean."
Heaven's closed for now and hell's routine
And every saint's got a guillotine

We're being crushed under all the modern weights
Every mask I wear is another I can't erase
The prophet and the liar share the same goddamn face
I can't see clearly and I'm scared of what awaits

From the scars on the body, our suffering is visible
Do you have to kill yourself just to be original?
Man does what man must and man is always political
I'm on my knees baby, begging, am I unforgivable?