We live in the service of the King
Almighty, in control of everything
As the Queen decides who lives and dies
Tonight we will sing
Love was never more than simple
(Whistling)
Easiest thing
Our mission is to slay the Sacred Beast
Who has come to claim our innocence, at least
And though those that went before us
Won't return for the feast
We’ll be riding high and swinging
(Whistling)
‘Till we’re deceased
First of all we know that we are dying for our lives
Wanting for not and no surprise, so there will
Need to be a war for love
A fight in spite of death above
Biting the hand that feeds it’s own demise
We thought we had found a separate peace
We thought all our pain had finally been released
But as long as it's alive we’ll never rest in one piece
Meanwhile may it join in whistling
(Whistling)
Worst of all it knows it’s only truth is made of lies
Wanting for on and ever wise, so there will
Need to be a compromise
Easier to close our eyes
Seeing the other sides of our disguise
We thought love was only nice or mean
Perhaps it’s something vaguely in-between
So while neighbors’ fight to paint their yards
The best shades of green
We’ll be in the garden growing
(Whistling)
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