Her Majesty

People stopped calling me
Their queenly majesty
The words don't pass their teeth
Ashes fall so gently

What's happened to Paris?
How did it become this?

The servers are headless ghosts
Passing through the ballroom
Nobles swoon their timely doom
Will come shockingly soon

Dirty clothes don't suit me
But I can't get them cleaned
They're ripping at the seams
The clothes and the country

Just where is my mother?
Did they get to her?

The servers are headless ghosts
Passing through the ballroom
Nobles swoon their timely doom
Will come shockingly soon

The servers are headless ghosts
Passing through the ballroom
Nobles swoon their timely doom
Will come shockingly soon

I think I looked elevated
And looked too well-fed
I will count the seconds I can blink
With a severed head



Credits
Writer(s): Grant Williams
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