has struck midnight
in sepulchral tones
and we are stranded
at this crossroads
with a pumpkin and his rats
as a cold wind
tears at these tattered rags
we once called dreams
our glass slipper
now heirloom proof
of class rebellion
(pass it down) 👇🏻
has struck midnight
in sepulchral tones
and we are stranded
at this crossroads
with a pumpkin and his rats
as a cold wind
tears at these tattered rags
we once called dreams
our glass slipper
now heirloom proof
of class rebellion
(pass it down) 👇🏻