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

All the glitters gone sour
All that lies in her place
Jesus savesold age
Rest in peaceand I'm sorry
Me in piecesso sorry
Rest in peaceand I'm sorry
Me in piecesso sorry