Patricia Taxxon
​lies
I’ve been trapped in here for centuries
In this room, I’ve taken root
I’d resigned myself to die here
For I’d only ever known this nightmare
You gave me something special, something sweet
You bore to me a wreath of happiness, of terrifying gold
I don’t know what you’ve done, but please
Don’t leave me here

I’m something truly rotten
I’m curdling inwards through the bone
But you knew this, I can feel it
You understood that I was brokеn, rancid

I’ll never let you do this
I’ll forfеit my standing in heaven to know
What it is, to be your daughter and your whore
Your image made my dreams come true
Take me out of here

Take me out of here