Queen of the Underground
Hi my old friends
Darkened by shadows holding the cup
Of tears of the man who called
Silently slowly, Misunderstanding
Methodes and rhythm
to reason and conspiracies
Finding some way to allow me to be
The queen of the Underground
Because power is fear
Fear is flight
and this thing you cannot undo forever
And for this scar you put an answer
Not to blame anyone
Because it hurts less for you
That way
Its not quite real
Just unlike
the way you saved yourself from the flame
and threw me into it
Not knowing that it might come back to you
Three, five, ten fold
So watching from a distance
and communicating through mixed messages because your alone
and this time
You went to far
For the sake of your own demise
The shadow man told me Im bad
the shadow man told Me I could be good
The shadow man writes words about me that I cannot fathom
Hello old friend does this make any sense to you?
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