I ruled a kingdom once,

I graced a throne, 

And yet my lips are not my own.

My gilded kingdom crumbled,

Brought by falsified knight,

I have tried to atone,

My lips are not my own.

I sunk my teeth into them;

Chewed them to bits,

Turned them into bloodstone

My lips are not my own.

I set them aflame—

Dowsed in acetone—

Even when burned away,

My lips are not my own.

Rust ate at my crown

Which I tried to cleanse;

I scrubbed off his cologne

But my lips are not my own.

My kingdom was conquered,

Which I could never condone;

I have been bound in shackles,

For my lips are not my own.