We argue in the kitchen about whether to have children

About the world ending and the scale of my ambition

And how much is art really worth

The very thing you're best at is the thing that hurts the most

But you need your rotten heart, your dazzling pain like diamond rings

You need to go to war to find material to sing

I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

I need my golden crown of sorrow, my blood sword to swing

My empty halls to echo with grand self mythology

I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

And a woman is a changeling, always shift and shape

Just when you think you have it figured out, something new begins to take

What strange claws are these, scratching in my skin

I never knew my killer would be coming from within

I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

I need my golden crown of sorrow, my blood sword to swing

I need my empty halls to echo with grand self mythology

'Cause I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

Ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

I was never as good as I wish that I was

But I vow to dress it up

I was never satisfied, never let me go

Just drag me by my hair back home with shell