The Falling Queens District

An effusive rabble just before the flight of the queens
Smoked our from their holes, diving through the windows
Wavering frequency from their throats scratch the air

Sentenced to fall down, fall down, fall down

The tiger is in pursuit of them so the abyss is calling
They cannot avoid the fall
No strawberry at the edge (Gravity) only makes you faster (Tragedy) when the weights are in your soul

So c’mon

The shock of their bodies into the ground fertilizes the land
Regardless death seems fleeting, the flavor is forever (Gravity), tragedy, subterfuges to an eternity

Sentenced to fall down, fall down, fall down

The tiger is in pursuit of them so the abyss is calling
They cannot avoid the fall
No strawberry at the edge (Gravity) only makes you faster (Tragedy) when the weights are in your soul

So c’mon