So your father told you once
That you were his princess.
You won't see the castle,
You cannot find your prince.

(Now you've grown a lot,
And your dresses don't fit right.
Daddy's not a hero,
He stole your chariot.)

So here you are in pieces,
Trying to prove to us its real,
The softness of your smile
And the lies you want to feel.
The scales beneath your skin
Are showing of today.
There's evil in your heart
And it wants out to play.
There's evil in your heart
And it wants out to play.
There's evil in your heart..
And I have made a home here, for me. Youll burn it down with your fantasy.
And I have made a home here, for me. Youll burn it down with your fantasy.