Is there anything real
In this world
Anymore...
Don't you dare disturb
My ecstasy
With your potions of empty magic .
And all that glitter that pours
Out of your smooth mouth
Ain't got none on the gold
That is my soul
So don't you think you can spit on magic .
Do you realize who you're dealing with ?
Me .
The daughter of The King, Sir .
Pure royalty .
Sit down .
You're a prince too,
you just have no clue
that your worth does not lie in the number of females you can subdue
But more in the number of times you say no to the devil
who tries to provoke you .
How Dare you come and disturb such peace .
With your worldly,
Half-fulfilled,
Hurt,
Egotistical self .
I believe that music is to be felt
Not just heard
And if that fire in your soul won't simmer down,
Let it burn the earth down .
Consume yourself in all that is you:
All that bronze and copper,
The coils and the feathers.
The rainbow of your feelings,
Dive in.
Get lost in all your beauty
And don't let anyone take that away.
