And I will away Your highness, I'm so high I cannot walk And I will away You cripple, you take away my time my peace My empathy No babies sleep on atrophy Your unborn love and fetal dress Hard bitter candy legless caress
What was she for Halloween? The ugliest girl you've ever seen Someday she will die alone
What was she for Valentine's An old forgotten cumbucine Someday she will die for no one
She seems to me to know All that glitters is sour All the lies in her place - Jesus saves
Old age - Old age Old age
It's okay to kill your idols Just pretend you have no rivals We all know that she is friendless
Spits at mirrors, it's not an issue Just remove the hateful tissue We all know her rage is endless
She seems to me to know All that glitters is sour All the lies in her place - Jesus saves
Old age - Old age Old age
And then she begs me, she says ";Pretty Please"; I'll make her pure again, I'll make her clean
No one knows she's Hestor Pryne Someone please tell Ann Boelyn Chokers are back in again
Someday she won't have to fake it Living, well, itself seems sacred Someday she will just refuse
She seems to me to know All that glitters is sour All the lies in her place - Jesus saves
Old age - Old age Old age Jesus saves Old age
Rest in peace and me in pieces I'm sorry - so sorry
