I was not primed for piety
I learned it on my own
I was raised a vagrant
Playing all alone
I am the shadow of a goth child
I’m a waste of a witch
I see the star signs smile
And I wanna know every inch of him
If I had a new philosophy
Nietzsche would’ve been so proud of me
I’d paint God is Dead on the world for all to see
It seems to be taking so long to be sanctified
I’m still just a shadow of my intended design
I have always been so bright, ahead of my age
But it seems I am still human and default-destined for the grave
I don’t seem meant to be a wife
Even less a mother
Just a creature of strife
Flying from one passion to another
I am more Francesca than Esther
Much more Delilah than Deborah
It seems to be taking so long to be sanctified
I’m still just a shadow of my intended design
I have always been so bright ahead of my age
But it seems I am still human and default-destined for the grave
I am more Francesca than Esther
Much more Delilah than Deborah
Much more Bathsheba than Mary
Look at me I am Dido not Phoebe
I seem to be cut from the wrong cloth
To make a woman of God
I seem to be mismatched
with a virtuous lot
I am made to burn out
and be dead when I am young
Drink hard to bury old scars
And stay out with rockstars
It seems to be taking so long to be sanctified
I’m still just a shadow of my intended design
I have always been so bright ahead of my age
But it seems I am still human and default-destined for the grave