Your highness I'm 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
Someday she will die alone
What was she for Valentine's
An old forgotten concubine
Someday she will die for no one
She seems to me to know
All that glitters gone sour
All that lies in her place
Jesus saves
Old 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 that glitters is sour
All that lies in her place
Jesus saves
Old 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, itself seems sacred
Someday she will just refuse
All that glitters is sour
All that lies in her place
Jesus saves
Old age
(Rest in peace and) I'm sorry
(Me in pieces) so sorry
(Rest in peace and) I'm sorry
(Me in pieces) so sorry