Her Majesty II: FloatingI know I'm no captain,but I was learning fast.To end our adventure,you stab me in the back.You left me floatingout towards the dark;shipped off to be shipwreckedalone in my ark.Dear diary, dear journal,dear whoever's out there:I watched the needleafter you dropped the tanksout towards the darknesswith my dreams in their ranks.Dear diary, dear journal,dear whoever's out there:I'm lost in an oceanwith no islands or stars.With no air or fuel left,I'll diecold and starvedDear your Majesty,I thought we were quite a pair.You were my getaway.You were my only prayer.Now you're in piecesand I'll die out here.
Playing Devil's AdvocateIt seems to methat the answers you hear ringing trueare chords playing just for youfrom whistles only dogs can hear.I'll hold my groundwith feet planted on solid earthfor the first time since my rebirthagainst this army you have found.I'mPlaying Devil's Advocate;backwards in my mind.And I'mquestioning everything,everything that I can find.What have you now,more books and tapes to fuel the fires;volumes of text all screaming violence,but your whistles, they all sound like silence!I'mPlaying Devil's Advocate;backwards in my mind.And I'mquestioning everything,everything that I can find.
Her Majesty I: Almost EmptyI awoke early, alone in my ship;surrounded by darkness and no radar blipsWhere will I find my new home?Which sun will call to meto make it my own?I left Misty Park and all that I knewwith only contempt for my murderous youthYou'll burn forever, dear brother.I hope they kill you before you kill any others.I've rationed my food, but my fuel's running low.I need to find a system soon or I'll be stranded alone.Jessie of The Brother Sun, signing off.That the end of it, Sir.It's not enough for a trace,but we've got partial coordinates.We can approach the area.Keep Listening, Lieutenant, and maintain our course.If that poor bastard goes empty out here we'll -- oh, hello Sarah. You look awfully pretty today.Would you be a darling and send your brother to me?i hate youYes, of course, Sir.
MP IV: The Devil, The AngelA badge and a gun they gave to me.A city under keep; under my lock and key.They put their lives in my hands.They put their lives in my hands.I am death, I am no angeland with my dagger I decide the fate of all.I am death, I am no angel;with my dagger I'll send this city to piles of salt.There's a killer on loose in this town.He is evil and his knife soaks this ground.Dear Detective, please detect this man.-- How can you catch him when he's half the man you am?I'm not death, I am an angel.I can't decide, I can't decide the fate of all.I'm not death, I am an angel;with your dagger I'll send myself to piles of salt.I am death and I'm the angel.This dagger tastes of blood and salt.I am death and I'm the angel.This city's doomed. I'll kill you all.You ran, brother; and rightly so.You ran, brother; and rightly so.Please get away, somewhere I'd never go.You ran, brother; and rightly so,but I'll catch you and kill you.You'll make my knife glow.
MP 3: Brother Sun, The VoyagerCome soonsun, you bright exampleof days post nights long trampled;cold and alone.Shine onwith warmth, the barest sampleof optimisms ample;brothers and sons.Is this your ideaof forgiveness?Is this what you callour family?I know you hurt mom.Did you know you hurt me?You've grownso sideways, sick, and twisted;a brother, only listedwith a curseEveryone's dead.Your hands are bloody ones.I've played "alone"now I'm trulythe only son.I'm setting out to start again.I'll find a new home;and, I pray, new kinamong brand new sunsand a new system.So come soon sun,you exampleof days not trampled,cold or alone.