the blood on these hands is giving me the chills the blood on these hands it hurts it slowly kills these voices oh so cut are trying to hold the fear these voices oh so cut theyre singing for the fear the screams in the streets are getting me to sleep the screams in the streets how useless it is to weep the noises in the dark theyre people in your bed the noises in the dark theyre people in my head the faces of the queen are always full of joy cause the queen is rich and the queen is loved but the king is dead