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