Brand Name Masquerade Poem by Not The Pilot

she wants her coffin as gorgeous as the jewels on her neck
she wants to be remembered
she wears a sign on her chest
she was designed
a label comes with it

hold your head in the sky, your eyes on the prize
there's so much more, you're hiding yourself

your royal highness, it seems your dress was sewn to your skin
you don't remember who you are
your skull is as thick as your make-up
which is now running down your face
and you don't know where you belong in the world

hold your head in the sky, your eyes on the prize
there's so much more, you're hiding yourself