the virgin queen.

merry are the horses heart,
they have it way better than motor parts,
and the darwinists are the virgin queens,
and the colonies of mechanical bees.
the virgin queen, shes mother nature.

were running as fast
as we can,
and the ground is cold

and our hearts grow grim
but the queen is bold.

men who shoot their horses are the same
men who would kiss your hand
are same men who would
pull a gun and shoot your freind.

the virgin queen, and her colonie
of goose and birds and trees and bees.
in the end, they try to rule,
but their blood runs thin,
and their mouths grow cheap.

the virgin queen.

in the end
its just a throne
and the things we have made
have begun to fade

and the locomotives are

after all just steam,

the virgin queen.