'm the queen of the club scene & they love me. Cuz I keep the bass turned up. It's beating on my heart strings and they all sing. That they love the queen
: Quiet nights 'n quiet stars, quiet chords from my guitar Floating on the silence that surrounds us Quiet thoughts 'n quiet dreams, quiet walks by
: Soul catch fire Said I'm alive I dress in red for these vows I've forsaken Better off dead cried alive awaken Soul catch fire Said I'm alive
: Call them for advice, for salvation from your vice. And subconscious filled with fears till you see the queen of the spears. She`s looking for the
: How, I know, you can build a rainbow. Tell me, witch, how I can build a rainbow ? See that girl... Her smile is like a pearl, her lips are bloody red
Fast as lighting, you Read this story with no End. You`ll be amazed Eternally hungry friend. Do you believe - Virginia the queen Of queens and the wizard
: Pulling up to me, You face again the wall I can feel it and I see Your lorn and longing soul... Only words remain for heat Instead of a burning fire
always lonely there Waiting for the king to share What the queen is longing for - The one who can unlock the door, To guess the riddle of the queen, To
is so cruel To kill the sinner and the fool, It is written on my stones With human dust and bones - I will be the queen of stars When Venus reconciles
: Look at me - I`m the rising moon ! Now is the time to deliver from your doom. You are not helpless bystander `cause the key is - ?Never surrender !?
: Break the rules ! Be lord of the night ! Shock the fools ! Take all the light ! Oh, you are right - It`s nothing but evil. Are you ready to fight With
: Sometimes I`m so tired to be right and to get higher over faults and troubles. When all the things are double, how to have a full control, wondering
: Somewhere in a mountain oriental, Where virgin places sacramental Are forgotten worlds for you and me We are looking for a fairy, Speaking with colors
: They are kneeling now in fear caught in their confusions. They can`t see you`re here as a cult of their illusions. Their hysteria is an objection -
: Whenever I gaze in the deep dark of your eyes our sorrow I can face as a wall between the crowd and our tears frozen. Don`t you feel yourselves alive
: Walk through the forest of magic Go to the
: Hey stranger, my angel ! Eat my heart and blind my eyes But forgive me There`s no place for you in the castle of my dreams... I can`t look in your
: The Symphony of The Human Madness [The Monologue of My Reality:] I`m still seeing your skin and blood under my nails. My reveries` death begins... [
