1. The smell of rust thickens the air Harder to breathe Crisis of trust, Age of despair A total myth
The shadow queen lurks in the dark, creeps under skin Usurps the throne, bearing the mark of ancient sin
Cut out with surgical precision your intention to think To analyze cause-and-effect and stop the pendulum swing
The lustful tongue Tickles the ear Whispering drills The brain unsprung With zeal and fear Reason's eclipse
The feast explodes with the deafening... Hail!
CHORUS Ambivalence eats subconsciousness Puts the veil on your mind, Leaving no-one behind And determines the being by Gold mine
Long live the queen!
2. Nobody counts the casualties of dreadful reign
Inside the cage of fractured ribs — the agony That is so calm that no-one hears working machinery Anatomy once pictured life in its simplicity Now's the cup filled with mice, a piece of alchemy
The smell of rust poisons the air No way to breathe Lie is a must, Pain is unjust A perfect myth