I’m set to go, my blade is raised
Around me, jaws have dropped,
My lover lets go of my string.
Voilà, a heart is stopped.
A faultless person may be felled,
A monster may walk free,
And that’s all out of my control,
‘Cause, baby, c’est la vie.
The heads will roll, the bodies fall,
It really isn’t fair.
What can I do about it, though?
I’m sorry, c’est la guerre.