Lyrics:

Petite
Purposeful like a pillbox
Nothing is wrong
For nothing does matter

Spelling trouble in the clouds
And making trouble
In the clouds
This isn't something your heart
Needs to know
A world of trouble
Falling down as snow
You feel worry and you should
You forced because you are
Where did your love
For living go?
Recited off of your head stone

It was not my wish to be slave
What God wants She does
Empress of Blood and
Murderess of Fools
What God wants She does

Sweet Petite
Resolute as a rainbow
What is was and
Why it won't be

Spelling trouble in the clouds
And making trouble
In the clouds
This isn't something your heart
Needs to know
A world of trouble coming
Down as snow
You feel senseless
And you should
You feel pointless for you are
Where did your of this life go?
Rubbed it off of your head stone

It was not my wish to be slave
What God wants She does
Duchess of Blood and
Murderess of Fools
What God wants She does