sylvia plath Lyrics
- Genre:Rock
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
I am the pawn that hits the king when he's weak
His knees tremble on his blood wet throne
And his servants rush to his rescue, to see his veins pulsing by his own blade
I'm the prince, having to keep queen smile
The yard of birds screams, gasp for air
Seated for the final show
That Sylvia Plath has made
To show her face and her new blue hair
To slay the beast with a sword covered in lye
To make the big hairs gasp
My Sylvia Plath