my armies are dead foul ghouls black bloodshed my land? it’s ill all dark, no harvest, so many mouths to fill
the sickness has spread everywhere especially inside my head
and all i can do to sit on my throne a tint of royal blue
my servants are frozen in time, you see they’re my ghosts my lovely, little parody
it’s cold within these walls, you see you better keep warm they might eat you alive, these walls consider yourself warned
and if you wonder after all this time why i’m still here claiming what’s mine
i dreamed this to be, you see this kingdom is my fantasy my youngest wish and sweetest sigh it’s not so easy letting go waving goodbye
and as my castle starts collapsing and the rubble begins to fall i start to ponder start to wonder what if this all wasn’t just a dream, the exception to the rule dreamed up by me a lousy, unworthy fool who just wanted to be queen of the kingdom inside my head just this one time more alive than dead