Break your own bones to look the part Your words are poison to your own soul Lies are tied loose at the end So you can untangle them all over again
Manipulate those with strings Put ones on those who disobey the queen A sly little devil sat with a crown A makeshift castle made with a frown
Throne made of eggshells painted in gold The stench of her pride plague the halls Oh how daring you are, a threat with no promise Your sword and men may break on a moments notice
Deny you may of the weight of your weakness We see the cracks, the glass breaking beneath it So, for now, I bow to the ruler of all Who'll fall on her own sword with no one to call