Poor little queen on a throne that's made of trauma
Screams at the mirror, blames the karma
Walks in the scene with a hand on her katana
And fades away in the dark
Bent spine
Burns like lava
Gold bled
Hail the mantra
Breathe in, breathe out
Why'd you have to come right here and drag me to the ground
Breathe in, breathe out
Won't you just drop the guillotine?
It's getting hard to breathe underwater
Dead weight
Dressed in designer
Spit
Thin grace
Sick to your blood and soul
Breathe in, breathe out
Why'd you have to come right here and drag me to the ground
Breathe in, breathe out
Won't you just drop the guillotine?
It's getting hard to breathe underwater
Lost in a room full of faces that don't know her
Choke on the silence, drawn on sorrow
Hidden in silk, but the cracks begin to show now
And break apart in the dark
Come right here and drag me to the ground
It's getting hard to breathe underwater
Breathe in, breathe out
Why'd you have to come right here and drag me to the ground
Breathe in, breathe out
Won't you just drop the guillotine?
It's getting hard to breathe underwater
