Spoiled to Rebellion

<Lucifette's daughter, Asmodora, was born into a society of deceit and sycophants. After her mother finally took over she lost her father and without a guiding hand she strove to find her own path. Like mother like daughter, but Dora has a temper all her own.> [Intro] Born in silk and lace, never knew the weight, Of a world outside, of a fate that waits. Sheltered, perfect, daddy’s little prize, 'Til the day he left, and her fire did rise. [Verse 1] Daddy’s girl, with diamonds in her hair, But the sparkle dimmed when he wasn’t there. Life of comfort, never had to fight, But the world turned cold when it stole her light. Took to the streets, fists never tire, Once a princess, now a burning fire. [Chorus] Oh, Dora, raised in the lap of gold, But the pain made her heart turn bold. No more whispers in a gilded cage, Now she’s fire, now she’s rage. From spoiled to rebel, she’s on the run, Looking for a fight, never done. [Verse 2] Now she's leading, a queen of the street, Blue fins annoying but no defeat. Her world’s a battleground, scars and pride, No more running, no more tears to hide. Daddy’s memory still burns in her heart, But she’s built a kingdom, torn worlds apart. [Chorus] Oh, Dora, raised in the lap of gold, But the pain made her heart turn bold. No more whispers in a gilded cage, Now she’s fire, now she’s rage. From spoiled to rebel, she’s on the run, Looking for a fight, never done. [Verse 4] Daddy’s gone, but the world’s still here, And she won’t be bound by fear. Riches fade, but the streets, they call, She’ll rise again, no longer small. [Verse 5] The streets are rough, but she's rougher still, Taking on the world with iron will. Leather and chrome, she carves her way, No one's stopping her, not today. From daddy’s shadow to her own light, She’s a queen now, ready for the fight. [Chorus] Oh, Dora, raised in the lap of gold, But the pain made her heart turn bold. No more whispers in a gilded cage, Now she’s fire, now she’s rage. From spoiled to rebel, she’s on the run, Looking for a fight, never done. never done. [Outro] Spoiled to rebellion, that’s her tale, A fighter now, she’ll never fail. Dora's path a winding spiral, Turn up your ears, she's going viral.