Motionless in White - Queen for Queen Lyrics
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Queen for Queen
Queen for Queen Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Queen for Queen By Motionless in White?
If you wanna soar with vultures, you'll have to swallow bone
The saint charade is over, plastic royalty exposed You wanna play the victim, to preach upon your throne No semblance of virtue as your relevance erodes We go queen for queen and move just like this When you fall down Will you back out As you crawl through life with no crown? Though you preach love, you package lies Just a pawn in a kings disguise I never said I'm perfect, there's a guilt behind these eyes So check me, if it helps you fall asleep at night Your skeletons are building, your closet's getting tight Are you the prey or spider in the web of all your lies? When you fall down Will you back out As you crawl through life with no crown? Though you preach love, you package lies Just a pawn in a kings disguise Don't stop breathing in the chemicals You don't know humble, though you play the role Pockets of evergreen are your amphetamines Please stop feeding what you can't control You'll fall You'll bend, you'll break, (you'll) trip over your fame Be careful, or you'll run your mouth off your face |
Who Wrote Queen for Queen By Motionless in White?
Chris Cerulli, Drew Fulk, Josh Strock, Stevie Aiello, Tom Hane
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What's The Duration Of The Queen for Queen By Motionless in White?The duration of Queen for Queen is 3:22 minutes and seconds. |
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