Your skin is so white
like clouds on the sunny sky
your lips are so cold
so let him take last bliss

Don't be afraid, Brier-Rose
soft porcelain doll
give me your dead hand
and the wall will collapse


Just take last breath and fall asleep
it's the Spinning Wheel of Death
prick your finger on the spindle
the fairytale is over


Uuu, keep turning, spindle,
let the blood grow a wall
Uuu, keep turning, spindle,
let the blood grow a wall



Don't be affraid little styrofoam girl.
Mommy will hide you in a box.
There will be no evil fairy, poison ivy,
nor the prince on a white horse.
Sleeping Beauty will never wake up.

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