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The silk is heavy, the wine is sweet
A quiet empire beneath my feet
They gave me a crown made of softest lead
And a hollowed-out throne in a feather bed
I hold the keys to a painted door
And I don't hear the screaming, anymore
Oh, the golden handcuffs shine so bright
A beautiful blindness, a permanent night
They poured the sedative into the well
And I learned to love... the velvet cell
I learned to love... my velvet cell
I sit at the table, but I don't deal the cards
I just watch the weather from the palace yards
The true kings whisper in a foreign tongue
While I breathe the perfume filling up my lungs
I kept little ghosts in a tailored suit
Eating the ash while they gather the fruit
Oh, the golden handcuffs are heavy and tight
A sliver of dread in the permanent night
The sedative's souring deep in the well
And there is no door... on the velvet cell
Just a painted wall... in my velvet cell
I remember the fire... I remember the street
The righteous dirt that was under my feet
But the marble is cold, and it draws out the heat
And the nectar they feed me is perfectly sweet
It's perfectly sweet
Close the curtains
Dim all the lights
And I'll just sleep
For one more night