Love
A fairy tale really
One without a pale horse riding
Armor does not glint in the sunlight
It rusts in cold, dark corners
Damsels let down their hair
Where it's shorn by evil shears
Princesses try the slipper
To find it doesn't fit
The Beast covets his rose
And she dies in the dungeon cold
Don't eat the apple sweet
Don't prick your finger upon the wheel
The women do not get a deal
The glass coffins are their last
For there is no freedoms kiss...
Prince Charming does not exist
We wait to be saved
While they sit, whore on their knee
Frosted ale cooling calluses
Chewed cigar staining lips
The beauty of a shallow tryst
Taught that we'd be saved
On grim fairy tales we're raised
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