Many centuries ago, lived a plastic queen
Who's soul was  invisible and unseen
Her mind was obscene 
Her heart ruled like a facists so unpure and  unclean 
Her emotions ruled like a police state forcing  the broken to become  heartless and mean 
A broken, by the name of Jean 
started an inner Revolution that spread like a newsmagazine 
My cries, my  heart will be heard and seen 
You can't shut me up, REVOLUTION IS NOW!  
I will become fixed when I destroy you, oh my  beloved plastic queen 
Fin