SYMMETRY, ARBITRARY RULES, TEDIUM

well they’ve made a golden idol
of the girl you used to be
hangin’ bangles on your branches
like a lonely Christmas tree
yeah they’ve dressed you fit for killin’
in your thrillin’ new disguise
nailin’ artificial spangles
to the diamonds in your eyes
in the golden couch
that turns into a bed
you better make it girl
before you wake up dead

’cause they’ll paint your burnin’ beauty
with a coat of shiny lies
and they’ll blind you with their wine
so you won’t even realize
till you watch the face you’re washin’
disappearin’ down the drain
and you’re staring in your mirror
going privately insane
in that golden crown
they’ve pushed upon your head
you better make it girl
before you wake up dead

look around them golden sidewalks
that you’re walkin’ on today
and you’ll see that lonely gutter
just a careless step away
and the altar that they’re building
you don’t even understand
’cause they’re dazzled by the flashing
of the daggers in they’re hands
we’ll be dancining in the darkness
when their music disappears
and the jangle of your chains
will be the only sound you hear
till your broken body’s bleedin’
on an altar made of stone
and you’ve sacrificed your soul
to please a world
that’s sick & wrong
’cause you never heard
a single word I said
oh make it girl
before you wake up dead

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