Bring me to life and I’ll wake from this cold, dead sleep.
The blood stained in my mouth, lingering from when you last troubled me.
My heart knows not of joy but only of defeat;
as I have long since succumbed to the cult of you, The King.
Forced to Love you and I Hate you, torn by complexity.
If only I could escape you but you would never have the end of me.
Minutes fade to years as I sit a hollowed shell.
How could I see the daisies when my mind is stuck in hell.
But before my eyes, spring sets to bloom.
Strangers in my way and yet I see only you.
What better love than love at first sight.
This beautiful stranger, I want you bad tonight.
It lies not in me now, to love or hate, for will in me is overruled by fate.
And with your courage I am now so brave to escape from the grip of our King-
closer to the break.
But as we stead fast ne’er to the door, we wade.
The push and pull of your love, your image, it fades.
Trapped alone in this hall, questions burden my tongue.
Is my only love, pure deceit, fleeting till he’s gone?
My mind’s plagued with disease- my love exists only in my dreams
And mad’st me to vain things aspire…
I now sit desiring to kill desire.
My only flee- set free- my will to live.
The most honorable gift to me I give.
For in bed, i’ll sleep, my final cold, dead sleep.
Pierced by the dagger I give my release.
But my eyes they see only what they wish to see- truth be revealed as I meant
it to be.
For now know, in The End, this bitter tragedy…
They Fear me as the blood that runs, is the blood of my King.
Battered is my head and heavy is my heart… carry me, my feet, back to the start.