Riff Riot Queens

(hmmm, hmmm)

They came together broken.

They left untouchable.

The princess.

The witch.

The gypsy. Three girls walked in with scars on their skin,

Three different stories, but the same kind of sin.

A princess in a crown with a heart turned cold,

A witch with a spell and a story untold,

And a gypsy with fire running wild in her veins,

Three broken souls who remembered the pain.

They said, “We’ve all been cut by the same kind of blade,”

So they made a little pact in the darkness they made.

No more fake smiles,

no more snakes in disguise,

No more pretty little lies dressed up as advice.

One by one, watch the fake ones fall,

Three scarred-up queens and we’re taking them all.

Princess got the crown,

witch got the spell,

Gypsy got the fire and she knows them too well.

You played with our hearts,

now you’re marked on the list,

Three matching scars and a hell of a twist.

You thought we were broken,

thought we'd stay on the floor— Now the three of us are

knocking at your door.

Princess says, “Smile, darling,

wave to the crowd,” But behind that pretty face she ain't playing

around. She learned every lesson from every betrayal,

Now she sees through a liar like glass through a veil.

Witch in the corner with her black magic grin,

Says, “Funny how the truth always catches the skin.” She don't need

a dagger, don't need a disguise,

She just whispers one spell and exposes the lies.

Gypsy rolls in like a storm through the night,

Scar on her heart but her soul still alight.

She says, “I know your type,

I've seen you before— You only act brave when you think we're

unsure.” Three scars, three stories,

one hell of a crew,

And every fake person knows exactly what they do.

They don't chase revenge,

they don't beg, they don't plead— They just cut off the poison

and watch themselves bleed.

One by one, watch the fake ones fall,

Three scarred-up queens and we’re taking them all.

Princess got the crown,

witch got the spell,

Gypsy got the fire and she knows them too well.

You played with our hearts,

now you’re marked on the list,

Three matching scars and a hell of a twist.

You thought we were broken,

thought we'd stay on the floor— Now the three of us are

legends they can't ignore.

And if you see three shadows when the moon hangs low,

Don't ask who they are—you already know.

A crown,

a spell,

and a fire burning bright,

Three women turned their scars into armour overnight.

And the fake ones?

They never saw it coming.