I'm wide awake, but my eyes are so tired.
How do you speak when your tongue's on fire?
Tiring, tiring to see this play before me.
I'm wide awake, but my eyes are so tired.
How do you speak when your tongue's on fire?
Tiring, tiring to see…
All hail dissent. The Queen is dead.
Unveil the majesty,
Mascara always bleeds,
As the lights dim down,
your bounds are thrown about down the hall.
Unveil the majesty,
Mascara always bleeds,
As the lights dim down,
As the lights shut off on our souls, feening on your bones.
I'm wide awake, but my eyes are so tired.
How do you speak when your tongue's on fire?
Tiring, tiring to see this play before me.
I'm wide awake, but my eyes are so tired.
How do you speak when your tongue's on fire?
Tiring, tiring to see this play before me.
All hail dissent. The Queen is dead.
No light within this city till it's burning to the ground.
No love within this city till it's burning to the ground.
All hail dissent. The Queen is dead.

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