queen of fiends

tender tongues born of bourgeois vagabond

middle-class sobriety / intoxicated inertia

soaked in vain humility / parched lips pucker

thrashing daggers / stinging swords

we fight like family

jousting for the jugular

bastard of the blood line

harmonizing with grief-stricken grandma blues

fooling with the wife of strife

bruising the root / singing a funeral song

instead of wedding cake

we eat the fruit of apple seeds

rotten at the core our melody

jealous relatives / the joyful queen of fiends