Princess
Is there something more diametrically opposed than a harpsichord on death metal? This inspired me to write a song about a princess, who settles the score with the highborn.
To the highborn
Raise your horns
Thy hope forlorn
Thy borrowed plumes adorn
Don’t wanna be a princess
I’m not damsel in distress
Slave to the hierarchy
Is not who I want to be
Your descendants
Preach untruth
Fake transcendence
Psychological abuse
Don’t wanna be a princess
I’m not your f*cking hostess
Slave to the hierarchy
Ain’t nothing for me
Don’t wanna be a princess
I’m not damsel in distress
Slave to the hierarchy
Is not who I want to be
Slave to the hierarchy
Ain’t nothing for me
©2023 Nadine de Macedo