I tumble down and out,
In a darkened room,
Scratching and crawling,
Desperately trying to shout,
As the waves come crashing overhead,
The betrayal they spread,
A little hard to grasp it,
Barely dead and buried as I lay in my casket,
Beneath you all lies the crown,
A place so cold I call my bed,
Thorns, roses, and dead ends up ahead.