The Queen, The Meek, And Their Disease lyrics
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Artist: Monday In London Album: The Red Machine
Lyrics
You come in at night You're not ashamed he knows where you've been The emergence of life From a night on the town in the city of sin You turn on the lights And that gut feeling comes back again Sick from the ashes in the ashtray Television static, how tragic the story of a veteran In this mattress lies The one who holds the key To all the things that seem to all you, sensory deprivation And just like a window left open A romantic tale of conquest, a rouge parchment On the landscape of your bedroom Where you both spent the afternoon, sensory infatuation The queen, the meek and their disease Sleep away the weakness please I'm too young We're not afraid say the hands of time to our bodies We play the spade against the king of hearts and his parade A couple of actors stumble across the stage
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