Princess Diana—hysterical female or misunderstood woman? Welcome to the Coven, Lady Di, a safe space where crowns don’t come with cheating husbands or overbearing in-laws. Here, you can finally take up space and exhale, free from royal protocol, palace whispers, and creepy lurking paparazzi.
Listen to Marry Kiss Kill on SunoAbout the Album
For each track that’s a part of Hysterical! The Album, we wrote the lyrics from the perspective of a notoriously misunderstood woman history talked over—those labeled too emotional, too much, too dangerous—and now we’re giving them the mic to call out the ones who got away with it. Suno’s AI put our words to music and transformed them into the breakup ballads, revenge anthems, and feminist lullabies we didn’t know we needed. Roll your windows down, turn up the bass, and scream these bangers from the top of your lungs.
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Stream “Marry, Kiss, Kill”, our ode to the people’s princess.
Read the Lyrics
I said “I do”, you said “I might”.
Chivalry is dead.
Go on and tell the world how you tried.
To be “whatever in love means”.
Nothing says forever like a pair of
Entwined C’s.
Windsor is freezing.
I feel sick.
These ghosts haunt me.Family is a drug and I think I OD’ed.
Marry, kiss, or kill.
When it comes to you, babe
Can I choose all three?If you throw me a divorce party
I’ll grant your wish and make a scene,
Rip off my vengeance, and throw myself overboard.
Just please do me one last thing.
Scatter the remains of my pearls at sea.
Your mistress, she don’t see what I see.
I see one, I see two, I see three.The Firm is a drug and I think I OD’ed.
Marry, kiss, or kill.
When it comes to you, babe
Can I choose all three?Goodbye HRH.
Royal titles, royal roles.
No thanks, not for me.
Keep the castle, keep the crown.
You’re a real royal asshoooooooooolddd the lighter.
I lit the match.
You poured the gasoline.
How did it feel as you watched it
All.
Burn.
Down.The Fame is a drug and I think I OD’ed.
Marry, kiss, or kill.
When it comes to you, babe
Can I choose all three?Blue swimsuit on a boat.
Blue like my mood.
Drowning, drowning.
You were already gone but still you pulled me under.
My dearly departed.
I still wish to part ways.
Goodbye Disney fairytales.
Hello Brothers Grimm.The Fame is a drug and I think I OD’ed.
Marry, kiss, or kill.When it comes to you, babe
Can I choose all three?Blue swimsuit on a boat.
Drowning, drowning.
Flashes of lights.
Paris is drowning.
You had tunnel vision.
Have you nothing to say?
Have you nothing left to say?
