(Tempo: Mid-tempo, heavy, driven by a pounding bass drum and the metallic shhhk of sharpening blades. The music starts with a distorted, creepy music-box melody.) (Verse 1) Locked in a cylinder, high in the sky Watching the decades of youth passing by "Rapunzel…Let down your hair!" they would yell from the lawn Scaling my skull till the roots were all gone. Then came the princes, so smug and so sweet Promising worlds while they stepped on my feet Saving a damsel who didn't need saving While looking at me like an asset they’re craving. Well, look at me now, sitting high on my throne Tired of being a prize on loan. (Chorus) So I took the shears and I chopped off the weight No more golden chains, no more twisted fate! My scalp is breathing, my spirit is free And tonight, the tower belongs to me. No more "someday my prince will arrive" Killing these boys makes me feel so alive! With a blunt pair of scissors and blood on my dress I’m hacking away at my old helplessness. One body, two bodies, three at the door My self-esteem’s never been higher before! (Verse 2) The first one came climbing, a rope in his hand Thinking he’d take me to some foreign land He smiled for a second, then looked at my head "Where is your glory?" the little man said. I didn't answer, I just used the steel To see how a royal neck actually feels. It turns out they bleed just like anyone else No magical armor, no fairy tale wealth. I looked in the mirror, my skin was aglow As I watched his red crown stain the stone floor below. (Chorus) When I took the shears and I chopped off the weight No more golden chains, no more twisted fate! My scalp is breathing, my spirit is free And tonight, the tower belongs to me. No more "someday my prince will arrive" Killing these boys makes me feel so alive! With a blunt pair of scissors and blood on my dress I’m hacking away at my old helplessness. One body, two bodies, three at the door My self-esteem’s never been higher before! (Bridge) (Music slows down, turning into a heavy, industrial trudge) They told me my beauty was tied to the strand Sixteen cubits of rope in their hand. Without it, they said, I’d be hollow and plain Just a crazy old witch losing her brain. But I look in the puddle of prince number four And I’ve never looked better, I’ve never looked more! My hair is a buzzcut, my hands are a mess But I finally like what I see in the dress. (Guitar Solo - Aggressive, screeching, mimicking the sound of scissors cutting fabric and bone) (Verse 3) There’s a pile of horses outside in the brush The forest around me has gone completely hush Another white knight rides up into the clearing He calls out my name, but it’s justice he’s fearing. Come up the stairs, dear, I’ve built a new floor Out of the suitors who bored me before. (Outro) Rapunzel, Rapunzel, clean up the floor. Rapunzel, Rapunzel, don't cry anymore. No hair left to hold you, no tower to bind. Just a beautiful monster who’s losing her mind. (Snip, snip, snip...) And I love it. (The music-box melody plays one distorted, broken note, then abruptly stops.)
