Sing me a song of angels, oh pious one,
Tell of me your virtues
Make me fall at your feet,
As you whisper your salvation hymn.
Oh, how blinded you are, my dear.
Don't you know?
That the brightest things are framed by stains
You spill white lies so honestly
That you don't notice the demons lurking under your tongue.
Fall at my feet, love.
Let me tell you my virtues
As I whisper my secrets into your snow-white heart.
Let me tell you that
I don't need your mercy.

You didn’t think it’d be like this, did you?
Crown in your heart, royalty in your blood,
You were a prince.
And you wanted the world.

Except your hands were far too small for your dreams,
And your dreams were far too big for anyone else.
They casted you away,
So you fashioned knives around your heart.

Oh, my little prince, you were so cruel.
You painted the earth red,
Because you couldn’t accept the destiny you were given,
Because fate has never been kind to you,
Because fate never would be kind to you.

You made wishes in snowy white feathers,
And promises in the ashes of your ruin.
No matter what it took,
You would return to your throne.

And so you did.

But, dear prince, you forgot that fate was cruel.
You forgot that you put those knives a little too close to your heart.
You forgot that your dreams were far too big for anyone else.
You forgot you knew it would end like this.