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!