wrote:
We argued in the kitchen,About whether I’d have children,About the world ending,And the scale of my ambition,And how much his art would be worthEverything you’re best at is the thing that hurts the most.But you need your rotten heart,Your dazzling pain like diamond ringsYou need to go to war to find material to singI am a motherI’m a brideI am king I need my golden crown of sorrow,My bloody sword to swing,My empty halls to echo with grand self mythology I am no mother I am no bride I am king I am no mother I am no brideI am king And a woman is a changeling, always shifting shape,Just when you think you have it figured out, Something new begins to takeWhat strange claws are these? Scratching in my skin,I never knew my killer would be coming from withinI am no mother I am no bride I am kingI am no motherI am no brideI am king I need my golden crown of sorrow,My bloody sword to swing,I need my empty halls to echo with grand self mythology ‘Cause I am no mother I am no bride I am king I am no mother I am no brideI am king I’m no motherI’m no bride I am king I’m no motherI’m no bride I am king [long battle cry scream belts]I was never as good as I always thought I was,But I knew how to dress it up,I was never satisfied, you never let me go, You just dragged me by my hair and beckoned with a show.
(etjen pls fix the formatting issues w copy+paste when the time comes, thanks)