A king with a throne told me I’m home
This castle I’m in, holds no fairytale but grim
A lamb to their slaughter, I was once a daughter
Now a stranger to many, for a pretty penny
Pull at my string and this puppet shall sing
For this routine avoids their guillotine
Life before this now feels cruel to of exist
Settlings of dust my only celebrated plus
Another treasure in their chest, continually taken is my best
hoping for a savior, will have death see me favor
For their iron has branded me, much too thickly
The girl here before, lies under this floor
numbing by the day, with each pretty penny they pay
A king with a throne told me I’m home
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