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All hail the Beauty Queen!
At the top of the heap, its so pretty up there,
Yellow veins in the clouds eliciting affairs.
Burning holes in the pavement with her 1, 2 stilettos,
Ruby red lips, and thigh-high innuendos.
She speaks without care, theres paint everywhere
This corpse is a cover girl
Lounging beside a gutter romance.
She smells of skinny cigarettes and cheap perfume
A vanity mirrors bloom
(A pollination dream)
All hail the Beauty Queen!
The sunset reflects off her tiaras rotting diamonds;
He stands over his prize with whitewash on his mind.
The spider inside her has nowhere left to go,
Together forever and no one has to know
Where is my daughter, my little girl?
Her voice called the sun, and her eyes held the world.
Why are you smiling, what have you done?
Where is my darling, where has she gone?
He cries aloud
I am chaos. I am revolution. I am order. I am resolution.
I am the Devils face and hands, I swear Im not killer, just a lonely man.
I am chaos. I am revolution. I am order. I am resolution.
Wont somebody please