King (Poem Version) Florence + the Machine

We argue in the kitchen about whether to have children
About the world ending and the scale of my ambition
And how much is art really worth
When the very thing you're best at is the thing that hurts the most

But you need your rotten heart
Your dazzling pain like diamond rings
You need to go to war
To find material to sing

I am no mother
I am no bride
I am king

I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing
My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology

'Cause I am no mother
I am no bride
I am king

I am no mother
I am no bride
I am king

But a woman is a changeling, always shifting shape
Just when you think you have it figured out, something new bеgins to take
And what strange claws are thеse scratching at my skin?
I never knew my killer would be coming from within