Water on the shore, fate at my door
I dont care anymore if I’m a prince or a whore
The Savonarolas of the world have been at it for centuries
Burning down beauty in a bonfire of the vanities
Praising the ugly and questioning our sanity
In the name of love everything is profanity
I shoot and I write – That’s what takes me through the night
I have beauty on my brain like you probably have money, god and fame
Let Savonarola come and burn it all down
My finger is on the shutter and I still wear the crown

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