Spite

I met a woman with lips of red

A face so white like spider webs

I remember all the things she said

Her words were so wise

She opened my eyes

I'll never close them again

Oh, how she sighed when she lit her cigarette

I felt compelled to ask of her success

How can you be so in love with yourself?

I need to know cause I need help

She said, "Every time you succeed

There's a old man filled with greed

They want to take everything

And give nothing in return at all

And that will be the reason that they fall

You see, Their greed grows every hour

But spite's as good a reason to take his power”

You're putting on a show just for him

All while you hate the body you are in

As he counts all the green in his ivory tower

Our fear lines his pockets up

So take that rage and bottle up

And put a drop into his cup of wine

You don't need him and you don't need me

With this poisoned bottle, you'll be free

But make sure you don't mix it up with mine

I met a young girl with eyes so drained

She was already getting sick of the fame

Her arms were covered with his merchandise

She asked me why I no longer try

And I said, "Spite"