We told her she would be a victim
And nothing more than an insect
She is the queen of the beetles
She comes over us tonight
We did not want her love
Her rage haunts us a thousandfold
She is the queen of the beetles
Flowers are in her hair today
Shadows follow her into the darkness
Nothing is as it was yesterday
She walks alone through the streets
Her skin even thinner than paper
All the blame for her scars
Is borne by none other than us
So much suffering has she endured
So much rejection experienced
Her world is slowly sinking
Bad things happened to her
At the end there was only sadness
And never did a void grow ever faster with time
All alone she lay in the room, all walls collapsed
But then she heard a rustling, and she was no longer alone
All at once, shadows crept up to her
Beetles came and sought warmth
On her hands, on her dress
She is the queen of the beetles
She comes over us tonight
We did not want her love
Her rage haunts us a thousandfold
She is the queen of the beetles
Flowers are in her hair today
Shadows follow her into the darkness
Nothing is as it was yesterday
Often she sat alone in the dark
Grief was her favorite dress
She embraced what was faithful to her
Her grief and her suffering
We told her she would be a victim
And nothing more than an insect
She has been buried too long
Has been hiding for too long
All at once, shadows crept up to her
Beetles came and sought warmth
On her hands, on her dress
She is the queen of the beetles
She comes over us tonight
She is the queen of the beetles
She comes over us tonight
We did not want her love
Her rage haunts us a thousandfold
She is the queen of the beetles
(She comes over us tonight)
We did not want her love
(Her rage haunts us a thousandfold)
She is the queen of the beetles