The Emperor's New Clothes

All ways lead to the queen what cards she still holds she plays like a

Hangman her house is full of the broken hearted a suicide king and a pair of

Rusted spades she is gone a bit mad she wants her roses painted red but

We've yet to find the shade god save the queen she wears her suit on her

Sleeve her hourglass shape is a funhouse reflection heartbreaker don't let

Her find you here confidence is the cancer of this courtyard it'll split

Your head if we don't get to the flowers red death by division don't call it

Jealousy it's an exercise in infection control insanity's masterpiece split

At the seams shakespearean virgin your world is a stage but your charms in

The basket they gave the ax to an amateur i haven't stopped laughing how am

I supposed to line this up kneel down vanity everyone's waiting we all want

What's swollen depressurized look at the floor look at what you've done

Narcissus your reflection is heartbroken red your savior wears a charcoal

Veil these are the colors of her courtyard these are the suits that split

The days two handed engine runs itself through the bone when the ego lands

It rolls heads will roll