I'm closer to the Golden Dawn. Immersed in Crowley's uniform, of imagery. I'm living in a silent film. Portraying Himmler's sacred realm, of dream reality.
Queen of. Queen of all the tarts. Queen of. Queen of all the tarts. . Queen of. Queen of all the tarts. Queen of. Queen of all the tarts. . Queen of. Queen of.
I'm up on the eleventh floor. And I'm watching the cruisers below. He's down on the street. And he's trying hard to pull sister Flo. . Oh, my heart's in the basement.