I'm so high I cannot walk
And I will await
You cripple
You take away my pride
My peace, my empathy
No babies sleep on atrophy
Your unborn love and fetal stress
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 concubine
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 tissues
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
Old age
And then she begs and she says "Pretty please?
I'll make her pure again; I'll make her clean"
No one knows she's Hester Prynne
Someone please tell Anne Boleyn
Chokers are back in again
Someday she won't have to fake it
Living will itself seem 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 pieces) I'm sorry
(Me in pieces) So sorry
(Rest in pieces) I'm sorry
(Me in pieces) So sorry
And I will await your highness I'm so high I cannot walk And I will await You cripple You take away my pride My peace, my empathy No babies sleep on atrophy Your unborn love and fetal stress 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 concubine 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 tissues 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 Old age And then she begs and she says "Pretty please? I'll make her pure again; I'll make her clean" No one knows she's Hester Prynne Someone please tell Anne Boleyn Chokers are back in again Someday she won't have to fake it Living will itself seem 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 pieces) I'm sorry (Me in pieces) So sorry (Rest in pieces) I'm sorry (Me in pieces) So sorry Explain Request ×
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