Lyrics

[Verse 1] Petite Purposeful like a pillbox Nothing is wrong For nothing does matter [Verse 2] Spelling trouble in the clouds And making trouble in clouds This isn't something your heart needs to know A world of trouble falling down as snow [Verse 3] You feel worry and you should You feel forced because you are Where did your love for living go? Recited off of your headstone [Chorus] It was not my wish to be a slave What God wants She does Empress of Blood and Murderess of Fools What God wants She does [Verse 4] Sweet Petite Resolute as a rainbow What it was and why it won't be [Verse 5] Spelling trouble in the clouds And making trouble in clouds This isn't something your heart needs to know A world of trouble coming down as snow [Verse 6] You feel senseless and you should You feel pointless for you are Where did your hate of this life go? Rubbed it off from your headstone [Chorus] It was, oh, not my aim to be a slave What God wants She does Duchess of Blood and Murderess of Fools What God wants She does