This drab interior invites a shallow breath
Hold it in
A grievance unto one
Evaporate, fill the lungs

Your majesty
Inferior
Your majesty
Inferior
Pulled apart with every stitch
Unraveling
Unravel me

The last chance to separate their hidden pain
Tucked away with misery, the crowning king
Those who speak, please stop to hear their dragging feet

Our roots gnaw back under, divulge our own exposure
Too close to our own heartbeat, the curtain will surround me

Your majesty
Inferior
Your majesty
Inferior

Copyright: Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Thomas Giles Rogers