She is the self proclaimed new heroine   She is the martyr off all things serene   No human vice   No earthly possessions   She was bred out of your own misconceptions   She was there when your world turned to shit   She was gone when you made up for it   White on black, the perfect illusion   Indulge her while she fuels your delusions      Bitter witch   This Hive Queen   Close your eyes and wait for God   Gone amiss   A ripe pick   Swallow you and   Spit out the seeds   I weigh more   But means less   Body emptied, head severed   A new church   In her. You might just be...   At it again      You think up big words to justify it   But it boils down to you being a prick   Think again when she turns you her cheek   Your resolve just won't make things turn real   She was the self proclaimed new heroine   She made you wish you could fuck up again   She was the self proclaimed new heroine   But wasn't real   Get the fuck over it