You painted me as a king
But you were wrong
You were my puppeteer
I was merely a pawn
Death of the author
Let's feast on her bones
I wrote my own story
And it's nothing like she told
Her control is an illusion
She wrote me into the dark
Made them just a little crazy
And then slipped into their hearts
But it's not hers anymore
I'm taking back my crown
Nothing she said ever mattered
And look what I, look what I found
Darling, I'm yours now
Make me how I always used to sound
And she cannot stop you
From six feet under the ground
Death of the author
Her conscience is gone
She thinks we can buy power
Well, not when I'm done
Oh, death of the author
Pretends she's naive
She played you and everyone else
Got down on their knees
Her control is an illusion
She wrote me into the dark
Made them just a little crazy
And then slipped into their hearts
But it's not hers anymore
I'm taking back my crown
Nothing she said ever mattered
And look what I, look what I found
Death of the author
It's written in stone
She'll stand before me
And give what she owes