So tired of lying here
For a thousand years
So sleeping beauty wakes, and shakes
The dust that holds her down
So what will we wear
And what shall we do
This twisted mesh of wire inspires no-one
I don't believe the lies
And nobody understands
Understand... how could you ever
Understand
Cinderella hides a masochistic streak
So sick of tending fires
Desires to burn the house down
Kicking of her shoes
Barefoot she'll run, she'll, she'll run
With nothing much to lose
