With the snap of their fingers

All wrongs will be right.

Their baby-girls tears

Won't haunt her dark nights.

Her monsters' locked up

No chance she'll escape.

What a scandal that'd be

If they realize she's fake.

So don't say a word

Silence is best.

No one can know

We're not like the rest.

Unforgiving they look

At their conflicted child.

Thy worry about her sanity

Her eyes are so wild.

So they'll feed her tablets

Pray to God in their beds.

Wish for a miracle

And rest their weary heads.