We're free from the shackles of monarchy
But still bowing to the royalty on the street
White trash princesses, high class whores
Tonight we pray to the glittering slut
They bottled up the sun and bathed her
No identity, promiscuity the only trait
Laying to the top of this world
Face splattered on every page read
Now she's all we can think about
Our God is sinful and sacrilegious
The church's hymns replaced with pornography
Hell is a place of mass media rejection
Invisible to her manufactured love
Accept the orange queen or rot in solitude
Beauty is dead and lying is sexy
God might well be a carrot, that is true, but I prefer to think he is Carrot Cake.
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