I have appeared at last before the king
And while I still can, I must sing
I sing through smiling lips and pretend
I don't know it’s the end

I can't stop this gift of vision
I can't help but see what’s coming
And I've never been given
A faustian bargain
'Cause no one wants what I'm selling
(Souls are a dime a dozen)

Everything happens
Not for a reason
But it has to happen to someone
I used to have a potion
To quiet the visions
But now even our poison is poisoned

And I was never aspirational
Only living as a cautionary tale
Having to dance and beg on my knees
My only chance at dignity
And to pretend these scraps are enough
To appease the lords above
But of my own space and time I am queen
And while I still can, I must sing
I sing the truth: Death comes for us all
And now she stands in your great hall!