Absolute

No queen is benevolent
Though she may try
Too long on a pedestal
Poisons her mind

Just like her sword
She's been forged in the flame
But as her blade dulls
She loses her way back home

No queen is benevolent
Though she may try
So slick at compromise
Now she's just compromised

How can her head bear to hold up the crown
When all kings before her fed us to the hounds?

No more heroes, kings, or queens
Defined by zeroes in their names
No more heroes, kings, or queens
Defined by blood that’s in their veins