Here we go
Pretty spirits arranged in rows
Somehow we still end up alone
I would say wind me up like a doll
And I’ll spin round and round
Or dance in place
He should get what he paid for
But waiting isn’t what we were made for
Opposite those who die to settle
We aren’t tired
We aren’t tragic
We are alive and awake
We are sewn from magic
Rip off this dress made from velvet
Run into poverty’s hands
I don’t want your majesty
When I could live in freedom.
Souldier Girl 