Our Queens (One Is Many, Many Are One)

Silence! Order! The queen is here

Arms and legs like kindling

One asleep down the road, another in here

About as safe as a skeleton at the wheel

Silence! Order! Our queen is here

A dame

A crown

A death grip

So far away can't see her face

But we can hear her cum over the airwaves

I want it

I want my cock in a hand on a train

I want the coolness and the numbness at my fingertips

Lips at the wrist like razor blades

That throne of bone grows comforting

She closes her eyes, but not to get away

This could be my only chance to usurp the name

They go

They get off