Lyrics

Don’t underestimate
The things she is made of
She exhales roses
She breathes fire
She’s hate
She is love

Destroy the funeral pyre
That is her sole desire
Cause she’s not done
And she won’t run

She had to stare into the dark
And it stared back
Ripped her apart
Buried her fear with all her love
Iron fist
Velvet glove

You might see small
You might see weak
A hurricane crashes beneath
Head of a queen
Heart of a king
Soul of soldier
On black wings

She had to stand inside the dark
Took her down
Pulled her apart
She has a feral kind of love
Iron fist
Velvet glove
Invisible beast
Tore at her seams
The devil’s dancing on her dreams
Calling on God
On saints above
Iron fist
Velvet glove

All of the best laid plans
Disintegrate
Melt away
And from the cradle to my grave
Owning this road I’ve had to take
So say what you want
About me
I’m not one to back down, no
Say what you will about me
I won’t lose this life within me

She had to stand inside the dark
Find her power
Ignite a spark
Forsaking fear with all her love
Iron fist
Velvet glove

All of the best laid plans
Falling from my hands
And from the cradle to my grave
I won’t live my life afraid