Testo
New day, a new parade. Thumbs-up and backing
down. The sting waves through the shades craving
for spotlights. The loudest screams are void. If one
is whisperin' truth, will you ever strike back? So Hail
to the Queen Bee. Bow down! Bow down! Her
Majesty is passing by. God save the Queen Bee.
Bow down! Bow down! Her Majesty is passing by.
Just keep on hiding. Your rage loaded with blanks.
Your rights drowned in bills. Your ordinary world.
Your ordinary skills. New day, a new parade. The
loudest screams are void. If one is whisperin' truth,
will you ever strike back?