Let's take it from here
A clean slate, my mind
Pure as a baby, 
Pure as light.

​

Forcing the cursed medleys
back into my mouth
Born again to see                  
My wings tied down

​

'Cause a good girl stays mute
Like a willow tree,
Hanging like a fresh ripe fruit
glistening, sweet

It's in the name
Say it with me.

​

I was once the wife of the town
Sweet lullabies flowed through my gown
Once I was young, once I was free
Now pale glaring eyes burn in rage through me

 

Once I was...
Birds braiding my hair kind of sweet
Baking cake in the forest kind of sweet
Lollipops stain on my skirt kind of sweet
Sugar powder on my lips kind of sweet

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But so it seems

no longer am I

but a bitter seed

It's in the name
Say it with me.

​

Call me baby,
That I won't be.
Displeased with that?
Well go on then

Let me hear you sulk and weep
So I may dance gleefully to your cold, salty tears
As I meet my fate at the willow tree,

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Sweet angel I were, of one true chaste
Now I dare to swing the halo around my

ungodly waist

Oh sweet blasphemy!

It's in the name
Say it with me.