The queen begs to still be appreciated while the empire stabs her in the back everybody just relax blood drips off her dress onto the ballroom floor where people dance
I spill out upon the floor as the walls are closing in Augustine we're at our necks again Augustine we're next again Augustine... Augustine... Augustine... [X3]
out in the court yard the dead roses seem to bleed and whisper [X2]
I spill out upon the floor as the walls are closing in Augustine we're at our necks again Augustine we're next again Augustine... Augustine... Augustine...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
