Circumvent a moral
Twist a reason up
Place the crown upon the snake
Crank the lever hard
Turn denial's hedon down
Put the sceptre in the lake
Does your body ache?
You can make that
Go away you tell yourself
You tell yourself
Bite the hand that needs you
Feed hormones to a whore
You might as well -
You'll have to pay, or
Hadn't you realized?
As you touch my rule
Bends, stretches, reaches up
And towards a queen
Confused though she may be
She's still a queen
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