My Kingdom For A Chair

Weariness, the plaintiff in my court
Come to arrest me, take me deeper into hell
Windswept fortress, my cage
My Kingdom For A Chair, I wait for one
I call upon the splendid array of tears
Blue and gray, dripping before the bulls
Blood replaces the human dew
And caresses my soul in the sordid dust
Blessed and fucked at the same time
I’m waiting here for a call
From the east, I hope
So that I may call back into the west
Looking for a promise
I shall embrace my tiring body
And incite my tiring soul
For battle, I cry
My Kingdom For A Chair I know will never come
But I don’t cry anymore