Tubes of lipstick a (bright)n(re)d asprin bottles
lay in the cracks of time in this hell hole and
whatever the queen feels like doing she does
defy her and die a horrible death
chew the exedrin
handfulls at a time for the fun of it now.
I'd dance around the world for you my queen
if only you wouldn't rip off my head
at the end of my recital.
The dead dancer shall come back to life
and haunt all those who scoffed at her
because her wings were broken
her wings, are not broken now.
Her heart is cold as it gets
freezing the blood around it
and I want you to feel the pain she felt
dancing and twirling in front of a god-forsaken queen
who didn't deserve her power.
I want to feel your breath on my neck
as we dance in small step circles
spining, spining in circles.
This hell hole says it all and I want to watch you fall
I want to whisper goodbye as they push
you off. Splat! I want to see
your dead body on the ground
on the floor of your dirty kingdom.
Stuck in the cracks of time and I've lost my (mind?)
dancing shoes on the way to the grand feast
in the middle of the forest, oh and I'm late! I'm
late! Why am I late?! (run faster you fool!)
Got to run faster then my feet will take me.
The queen keeps screaming at her servants
(screaming about her butt hurting, she should get up off
her fat ass and take a jog through the woods once,
or three times)
"warm my tea god damnit! I hate cold tea!"
screeching "off with your head"
while listening to Still of The Night
by Whitesnake
and wishing she could do that cock rock thing.
I'm full of glamour, I'm full of grace
just watch as I stumble and fall on my face
holding a stop watch to see how long it takes.
Oh my, oh my I've lost my magic slippers
just like Dorothy, and I can't seem to find them.
Walking onto the stage and doing a dead dance
to a dead beat, that is in a dead song. We all
are dead here, the audience,
the musicians, everyone dead.
Just stick the pushpins into my body already
scream at me in an octave so low
only I can hear it. Take your cold fingers
and caress them up and down my spine. Make me dance,
make me dance till my head spins off.
You stopped being my queen when you
cut off my head. And I'm late! I'm Late.
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