Vodka on the Rocks

But she creates her own beats

Stands on tables,

Screw the seats

Blades before babes,

Open the drapes

Let the sunlight flood your

Dusty soul

Raise your flag,

Raise the fallen

Let the fire which burns in

Your veins

Take the reigns

Even if it will all end

Promise you won’t bend.

Warrior, oh warrior

Break the Barrier, The Barrier

Busted lips, cold fingertips

Solar eclipse, lunar eclipse

Seer, doer, no follower

Courtrooms, canon booms

Fare thee well (all the rest fell)

Only thrones, no homes

Skulls and bones

Rusted crowns and corsets

Bites, welts and leather belts

“It's all in your head,”

They said,

As they put her to bed

She doesn’t dream,

It's a waste

Nothing will put her worries to rest

When she wakes up

They ask her, “what’s the matter Bub?”

But she keeps mum

Listens to the battle drum

Warpaint, bloodhounds

Horses, battle grounds

Chin up, bub

Scrub the dirt off your face

When they put you in a case

Fly, even when your wings burn

Run alone, if they all turn

Higher, further, faster

Shoot your blaster

Made of alabaster, you are

(And you’ll make it far)

“Don’t miss the beat,

Stay on your seat, rehearse

And repeat,” they said,

As they moulded her dead

But stars collide

In the skies under which she walks

Eloquent talks

Armours on pretty frocks

Ride a stallion, lead your battalion

“It's okay to be dead,” they said

As they stepped on her head

Let the bombshells blind you

Run where the lights can’t

Find you

Writhe in pain,

The sacrifice must not

Go in vain

Oh, you’re going insane

Fly, even when your wings burn

Run alone, if they all turn

Stand in the Scorching Heat

It's all about the rhythm,

The beat

Raise your sail

Lift up your veil

Victory, you will prevail