Queen+King

The blood on these hands
Is giving me the chills
The blood on these hands
It hurts it slowly kills
These voices oh so cut
Are trying to hold the fear
These voices oh so cut
They’re singing for the fear
The screams in the streets
Are getting me to sleep
The screams in the streets
How useless it is to weep
The noises in the dark
They’re people in your bed
The noises in the dark
They’re people in my head
The faces of the queen are always full of joy
Cause the queen is rich and the queen is loved
But the king is dead