Armor for the Broken - Augustine | Текст песни

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The queen begs to still be
appreciated
while the empire stabs her in the back
everybody just relax
blood drips off her dress
onto the ballroom floor where people dance

I spill out upon the floor
as the walls are closing in
Augustine we're at our necks again

Augustine out in the court yard the dead roses seem to bleed and whisper

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