Now, now... She's a weathered, pretty picture Awful matriarch from the underworld Heart of horrors and scars First of many daughters, none of them honest Is she ever coming back? Hopefully she's dead Hated secrets to unpack And they need her hand Where'd you find her, my dear brother? Where'd you find her, oh brother? And where are... the others? And she knows that, she knows that She's losing control And she knows that, she knows that The sisters knew That they'd been played for fools Now they're all out of time As their enemies combine, combine Her throne is all she owns The last friend is gone Her people have grown old and cold As all patience has worn thin All the wrongs she'd done Have come back again Every single one Is an angry friend All the wrongs she'd done Have come back again Every single one Is an angry friend The world's gone cold And she knows that, she knows that She's losing control And she knows that, she knows that The world's gone cold And she knows that, she knows that She knows that, she knows that She's lost control And she knows that, she knows that.
