Skywriter

de Dirt Poor Robins

Welcome to lady hell
There's no men among the creatures
'Cause we prefer to customize every feature
To make sure that hades is the bane of every lady in the the world

Whether she's a woman or a girl
You may expect to encounter clichés
Of endless chores, thankless children to raise
But trapping women in a kitchen is too kitsch to be a prison

But here's the real smite of the feminine afterlife
Though there's a crowd in her cell
Everyone's preoccupied with everyone else
She can never ever edge a word in herself

'Cause no one will listen to her in lady hell
For as sad as it seems
Somehow she's still holding on to all of her dreams
Even though we know she'll never break from this spell

She can't let go in lady hell
Look around there are no tricks to pass the time
Forever occupied with greener grass upon her mind
And finds no satisfaction in the finest of distractions

Though she dolls herself up she will never quench her passion
We theorized that the greatest form of torture
Is to keep her here and to endlessly ignore her
Took it to market and we did obtain

Loneliness is our darkest brand of pain, oh
Though there's a crowd in her cell
Everyone's preoccupied with everyone else
She can never ever edge a word in herself

'Cause no one will listen to her in lady hell
For as sad as it seems
Somehow she's still holding on to all of her dreams
Even though we know she'll never break from this spell

She can't let go in lady hell
Come on, there's always room
We've saved a place for you
Come on, there's always room

We've saved a place for you
Though there's a crowd in your cell
Everyone's preoccupied with everyone else
You can never ever edge a word in yourself

'Cause no one will listen to you in lady hell
For as sad as it seems
Somehow you're still holding on to all of her dreams
Even though we know you'll never break from this spell
You can't let go in lady hell
You'll never break from this spell
You can't let go in lady hell

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