text: And I will await your highness
  Im so high I cannot walk
  And I will await
  You cripple
  You take away my time
  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 youve ever seen
  Someday she will die alone
  What was she for Valentines?
  An old forgotten concubine
  Someday she will die for no one
  She seems to me to know
  All that glitters is sour
  All that lies in her place
  Jesus saves
  Old age
  Old age
  Old age
  Its okay to kill your idols
  Just pretend you have no rivals
  We all know that she is friendless
  Spits at mirrors; its 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 that lies in her place
  Jesus saves
  Old age
  Old age
  Old age
  Old age
  And then she begs and she says, Pretty please?
  Ill make her pure again; Ill make her clean
  No one knows shes Hester Prynne
  Someone please tell Anne Boleyn
  Chokers are back in again
  Someday she wont 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 that lies in her place
  Jesus saves
  Old age
  Old age
  Old age
  Jesus saves
  Old age
   Im sorry
   So sorry
   Im sorry
   So sorry