[Verse 1]
Petite
Purposeful like a pillbox
Nothing is wrong
For nothing does matter

[Verse 2]
Spelling trouble in the clouds
And making trouble in clouds
This isn't something your heart needs to know
A world of trouble falling down as snow

[Verse 3]
You feel worry and you should
You feel forced because you are
Where did your love for living go?
Recited off of your headstone

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

[Verse 4]
Sweet Petite
Resolute as a rainbow
What it was and why it won't be
[Verse 5]
Spelling trouble in the clouds
And making trouble in clouds
This isn't something your heart needs to know
A world of trouble coming down as snow

[Verse 6]
You feel senseless and you should
You feel pointless for you are
Where did your hate of this life go?
Rubbed it off from your headstone

[Chorus]
It was, oh, not my aim to be a slave
What God wants She does
Duchess of Blood and
Murderess of Fools
What God wants She does