I've woken up dead, outside of my head
to blood that I've shed, till al things were red

and after I bled, the pain asked to stay
it wilts me away, and makes me her prey

an out crying stray, a dog with no ears
no eyes but still fears, and still shedding tears

for years and for years, to be you did cling
like marriage by ring, but seen as a thing
if angels can sing, and fly by a wing
then make me the king, king of the nothing