Ravage

Poor little queen on a throne that's made of trauma Screams at the mirror, blames the karma Walks in the scene with a hand on her katana And fades away in the dark Bent spine Burns like lava Gold bled Hail the mantra Breathe in, Breathe out Why'd you have to come right here and drag me to the ground Breathe in, Breathe out Won't you just drop the guillotine? It's getting hard to breathe underwater Dead Weight Dressed in Designer Spit Thin grace Sick to your blood and soul Breathe in, Breathe out Why'd you have to come right here and drag me to the ground Breathe in, Breathe out Won't you just drop the guillotine? It's getting hard to breathe underwater Lost in a room full of faces that don't know her Choke on the silence, drawn on sorrow Hidden in silk, but the cracks begin to show now And break apart in the dark Come right here and drag me to the ground It's getting hard to breathe underwater Breathe in, Breathe out Why'd you have to come right here and drag me to the ground Breathe in, Breathe out Won't you just drop the guillotine? It's getting hard to breathe underwater