An invitation, to unmarked skin
To carve out our own way
A permanent ornament
That symbolizes “someday”
You can’t have it all, but you want it all,
So you say what you must say
You won’t trade your crown in for a gown
So how can I serve you today?
It isn’t me, it isn’t me
I am not host to a slave
Lucky thirteen, lucky thirteen
Skulls on our arms can’t be faked
You faked
Fake
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