Lyrics:

All ways lead to the queen; what cards she still holds
She plays like a hangman
Her house is full of the broken-hearted
A suicide king and a pair of rusted spades
She's gone a bit mad, she wants her roses painted red
But we've yet to find the shade
God, save the queen, she wears her suit on her sleeve
Her hourglass shape is a funhouse reflection
Heartbreaker, don't let her find you here
Confidence is the cancer of this courtyard
It'll split your head if we don't get to the flowers
God, save the queen
God, save the queen
God, save the queen
Red death by division
Don't call it jealousy
Don't call it jealousy, it's an exercise in infection control
Insanity's masterpiece split
At the seams, Shakespearean virgin, your world is a stage
But your charms in the basket
They gave the ax to an amateur
I haven't stopped laughing, how am I supposed to line this up?
Kneel down
Vanity, everyone's waiting, we all want
What's swollen, depressurized
Look at the floor, look at what you've done (Done)

Narcissus, your reflection is heartbroken red
Your savior wears a charcoal veil
These are the colors of her courtyard
These are the suits that split the day's
Two-handed engine
Runs itself through the bone
When the ego lands
It rolls, heads will roll
It rolls, it rolls
It will roll
It will roll
It will roll
It will roll
It will roll
It will roll