=Queen of the Flies=
1.
The smell of rust thickens the air
Harder to breathe
Crisis of trust,
Age of despair
A total myth
The shadow queen lurks in the dark, creeps under skin
Usurps the throne, bearing the mark of ancient sin
Cut out with surgical precision your intention to think
To analyze cause-and-effect and stop the pendulum swing
The lustful tongue
Tickles the ear
Whispering drills
The brain unsprung
With zeal and fear
Reason's eclipse
The feast explodes with the deafening...
Hail!
CHORUS
Ambivalence eats subconsciousness
Puts the veil on your mind,
Leaving no-one behind
And determines the being by
Gold mine
Long live the queen!
2.
Nobody counts the casualties of dreadful reign
Inside the cage of fractured ribs — the agony
That is so calm that no-one hears working machinery
Anatomy once pictured life in its simplicity
Now's the cup filled with mice, a piece of alchemy
The smell of rust poisons the air
No way to breathe
Lie is a must,
Pain is unjust
A perfect myth
The feast explodes with the deafening...
Hail!
#BirdofBones
