Conquest's line of sight
Blushing, blood, and plight
A name, a sign, no home, a love that's in fetters
Young lord's fight or flight
Knowledge wrong and right
No method can you hold, no way to forget her
Would you hold on
And discover you can move on
And you were so better off, done
Cold end's golden light
Hushed and bold and bright
A plot, a ruse, a goal, a gathering of debtors
Knower's warm invite
Omnipresent sight
Panoptical deferral, a sandbox endeavor
Would you hold on
And discover you can move on
And you were so better off, done
Would you hold on
And discover you can move on
And you were so better off, done
Beggar Queen
Beggar Queen
Beggar Queen
Beggar Queen
Beggar Queen
Beggar Queen
Beggar Queen
Beggar Queen