French Revolution

[Verse 1]
There's a French Revolution going on inside my head
I see public executions of every person I've ever met
My words are like guillotines coming down on the necks of my friends
I care enough to wanna save them, but not enough to leave my bed

[Verse 2]
There's a French Revolution going on inside my head
I see public executions of every person I've ever met
There is blood between my teeth, at least the ones I still have left
I got beat down all of my life at least I can say I tried my best

[Verse 3]
There's a scratch below my ankle
That probably holds some kind of truth
Just like a psychic that can tell me anything
About my future or my youth
Let the blood out of my throat and let the dead bury the dead
There is a French Revolution going on inside my head