She is the self-proclaimed new heroine
He is the martyr of all things deranged
No human vice, no earthly possession
She would spit out all of your obvious pretensions
She was there when you walked out the shed
She was gone when you made up for it
What a thing, the perfect illusion
Into her world you fused your delusions
A villain witch, a sad queen
She'll rise and rise and wait for god
Another mess, a rotten pick
He'll swallow you and spit out the sides
A way is more, a means is less
Body empty, head's half back
A new judge, a new nerve
You might just be dead in the gun
Yeah, dead in the gun
Yeah, dead in the gun
Yeah, dead in the gun
Yeah, dead in the gun
Yeah, dead in the gun
You think of big words to justify it
But it boils down to you being a prick
Thinking outwards, you turn to a jerk
Your assumptions will face things unreal
She was the self-proclaimed new heroine
She made you wish you could fuck up again
She was the self-proclaimed new heroine
But was she real? Get the fuck over it
You think of big words to justify it
But it boils down to you being a prick
Thinking outwards, you turn to a jerk
Your assumptions will face things unreal
She was the self-proclaimed new heroine
She made you wish you could fuck up again
She was the self-proclaimed new heroine
But was she real? Get the fuck over it
A villain witch, a sad queen
She'll rise and rise and wait for god
Another mess, a rotten pick
He'll swallow you and spit out the sides
A way is more, a means is less
Body empty, head's half back
A new judge, a new nerve
You might just be dead in the gun
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