Execute the Queen. Bury her body at sea where she can’t hurt our friends again, a just and fitting end. Now we must carry on (on down this road) and sing another carrying song (our heavy load).Well, I found one inside my heart when it was blown apart. The future just got here, again and again now. The present was awful, but it’s all past now. Let it float away. Go dancing on its grave. There’s a place for you. The world has just been lying, but I know it’s true, so just hold on until the phantom’s gone.