The sad queen of everything, buys her way into your dreams
Burn the evil palace down, drag the corpse out of the ground
? at heaven's gate, to purify this holy weight
Drag your claws across the sea, crying over everything you eat
Held apart, begging your fear, to hold your hand for one more year
Prostitutes for hope align the bad ideas inside your mind
That turn your thoughts away from love, towards slave driving comic blood
Giving birth and in the prison pit, no one cares, it's easier to quit
No one cares it's easier to quit (X4)
(if anyone can make out the missing lyrics, I'll be happy to add them)