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