Business As Usual Songtext

The sad queen of everything, miles away into your dreams
An evil palace down (?), drag the corpse out of the ground
? at heaven's gate, to purify this holy weight
Drag your claws across the sea, crying over everything you eat

Held a heart, ? your fear, to hold your hand for one more year
Prostitutes for hope align, the bad ideas inside your mind
That turn your thoughts away from love towards slave driving comic blood
Giving birth in the prison pit, no one cares, it's easier to quit