Silence! Order! The queen is here.
Arms and legs like kindling.
One asleep down the road, another in here.
About as safe as a skeleton at the wheel.

Silence! Order! Our queen is here.
Adame. Acrown. death grip.
So far away can't see her face.
But we can hear her [bad word] over the airwaves.

I want it.

I want my [bad word] in a hand on a train.
I want the coolness and the numbness at my fingertips.

Lips at the wrist like razor blades.
That throne of bone [bad word] 
She closes her eyes, but not to go away.
This could be my only chance to usurp the name

They go. They get off.