The queen begs    to still be appreciated    while the empire    stabs her in the back    everybody just relax    blood drips off her dress    onto the ballroom floor    where people dance       I spill out upon the floor    as the walls are closing in    Augustine    we're at our necks again    Augustine   we're next again   Augustine... Augustine... Augustine... (X3)      out in the court yard    the dead roses seem to    bleed and whisper (X2)      I spill out upon the floor    as the walls are closing in    Augustine    we're at our necks again    Augustine   we're next again   Augustine... Augustine... Augustine...