Queens - Rara Avis

And she will be god’s star in the system of nothing
Any pearl won’t hide scars but she will be your star
Hope that you want to be like the rest of your queens
If you will make a deal with them your distress will burn
Dope, dope your high, dope your hell
We’ll be the highlight of your love
Dope your high, dope your hell
We’ll be the gorgeous shame of your life
Dope your high, dope your hell
We’ll be the highlight of your love
Dope your high, dope your hell
We’ll be the fucking shame of your life
Clowns faces will turn into wild fierce white wolfs
Then they will bite you deep; bite your skin to the meat
When they will find your heart, they will just let it beat
Celebration will be done for us and your distress will burn
Dope, dope your high, dope your hell
We’ll be the highlight of your love
Dope your high, dope your hell
We’ll be the fucking shame of your life
Dope your white trees, dope your grey grass
We’ll be violent but you’ll keep your stars
Her green eyes, your white trees
You’re my lover, I’m your decease