Amazonian Queen

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A bitterness when you walk away

A sense of taste but it’s far too late
She’s in the kitchen, she’s glistening

You're at the door where you let this in.

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Amazonian queen, from a magazine
Her wicked eyes, desensitised.

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She’s picking berries when it's late at night

Like a criminal out of site
Deep in the forest, the embers are red

Her hunger grows, the kids are dead.

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Amazonian queen, from a magazine
Her wicked eyes, desensitised

A little tenderness, horror and distress
Amazonian queen, in a violent dream.

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I take pleasure when their cooked alive
A sweet aroma by my fireside
Can’t see my shadow cause it turns away
There is horror when the suns down.
    

Amazonian queen, from a magazine
Her wicked eyes, desensitised
A little tenderness, horror and distress
Amazonian queen, in a violent dream.