Scepter

(Ivy Yorke)

A song about the burden of being placed on a pedestal.

Please note: This text is protected by copyright and may not be copied or used for other purposes - even in parts or in revised form - without the expressed permission by Premium Lyrics.

Select your license (10 out of 10 licenses still left)

License group 1: non-commercial use

License group 2: commercial use with limited right of reproduction

License group 3: commercial use with unlimited right of reproduction

Here you find more information about our Licensing models.

Add to cart Wishlist

An order to organize,
To break every rule as I fantasize,
An effort to appeal to my base desires.
I run just to come back home,
Leave others, then cry when I feel alone,
Like using kerosene to try to out a fire.

I throne, my home, cuts me to the bone.
My hands are heavy.
The weight in my hair, it cannot compare
To what's in my hand, so no one dares.
There're scars on my arms, no seems to care.
I'm getting closer to losing composure.
There's less of me with every ruby added to my scepter.

I can't even try to leave.
I'm chained to the throne and there's no reprieve.
I can't run away; all my dreams are forfeit.
The pain is searing my chest.
I cry out for rescue, but all that's left;
My scepter, my throne; I'm bound by this so-called gift.

I throne, my home, cuts me to the bone.
My hands are heavy.
The weight in my hair, it cannot compare
To what's in my hand, so no one dares.
There're scars on my arms, no seems to care.
I'm getting closer to losing composure.
There's less of me with every ruby added to my scepter.
© Ivy Yorke 2021