Throw down routine, break upon disorder
locked in quarantine, she stands alone
driven further away from the border
angels lose as demons take control home
lost in time- lost in space- lost in mind
she stands alone, so does all my hope
can not f'nd a place to stay or hide
if only for a precise doctors note
its becoming routine, this possessed disorder
everyone knows, but no-one once showed
a little, not even a touch of the word
Love...Obsessed she stare and lightly moaned
its becoming routine, its becoming routine
its becoming routine, its becoming routine
its becoming routine, the fall of the queen.