Golden Throne Fallout

Now I lay down to sleep.

I pray the Lord my soul to keep,

and if I die before I wake,

I pray the Lord my soul to take. (shhh)

How did I end up here so cold and so alone.

So much of my life has passed,

and all I’ve learned is nothing lasts.

You turned my heart as cold as stone.

Tears roll down my face an endless bitter river.

A fallen Queen drowning in a wake of deceit.

I sit here on this golden throne,

reminded of all you threw away.

This agony

escapes my lips as a desperate roar,

my body shakes

as my crown falls and shatters on the floor. (aaahhh)

Shattered on the floor. (shattered)

My

crown falls...