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(crowd cheering at the end of morning elvis)

but, oh god, you're gonna get it you'll be sorry that you messed with us

more catholic taste than the devil all gilded and golden yes i’m your girl hell if it glitters i’m going

i listen to music from 2006 and feel kind of sick

i am no mother, i am no bride, i am king i am no mother, i am no bride, i am king

dream girl evil

when i decided to wage holy war it looked very much like staring at my bedroom floor

but don't come cryin' i am nobody's moral center

but a woman is a changeling always shifting shape just when you think you have it figured out something new begins to take

oh god, you're gonna get it you'll be sorry that you messed with us

oh, come and get me drag me out, destroy me

what strange claws are these scratching at my skin i never knew my killer would be coming from within

i’m always running from something i push it back, but it keeps on coming

and every song i wrote became an escape rope tied around my neck to pull me up to heaven

the feeling comes so fast and i cannot control it i’m on fire, but i’m trying not to show it

made myself mythical, tried to be real saw the future in the face of a daffodil

well, can you see me? i cannot see you

if i make it to the morning i should've come with a warning

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've never really been alive before i always lived in my head and sometimes it was easier hungover and half dead