Princess Cuckoo

I'll be your offering
I'll be your
I'll be your offering
I'll be your offering
I'll be

I'll be your offering
Blood on this innocent Spring
Grant my wish, cut my strings
Tear me at every seam
Is the glass slipper the key
To manifest this deep sleep?
Curtain call, curtain call
Make me real and feel it all!

I've got sunshine in my stomach
Like I just rocked my baby to sleep

Make my screams count for when they find you
Among the Pharisees comes the faggot queen
Frail thorn, petals split
With you all, I'll bloom tomorrow
Give me a reason to live
Make me your death bed sorrows
Isn't this how you grow up?
As you fuck me and tell me to shut up
Every shadow shouts like I've done something wrong
As the fire in my womb splits me in two
This is how you grow up!
This is how you grow up!
This is how you grow up
And everyone looked away
As I believed them
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Feathers like peacocks!
Feathers like peacocks!
Feathers like peacocks!
Feathers like peacocks!
Feathers!
Feathers!
Feathers!
And you think I'd just forget?