Dance of the Jester

Same old story: I’m the Jester
Two-faced creature, a freak forever
Banished from the roundabout’s womb
I’m an addict, an understudy
Acting weird, appearing nightly
Conjuring, jerking, digging my own tomb
Greasepaint rots, my face’s disgusting
Huddled into footlight’s lightning
Waiting for the harmony within
But the stammering announcer
Calls my name with a groan of laughter
I emerge and play again my scene

Dance, keep on dancing all day long
Whilst the mob’s making fun of you
Each man faces his death on alone
When there is nothing left to do

Flooded rooms of my dead memry
Those who loved and those who hatd me
Withered dreams still beckon silly me
Tiny necklace made of steel thorns
It’s too late to find my red rose
And my dance will never set me free

Dance, keep on dancing all day long
Whilst the mob’s making fun of you
Each man faces his death on alone
When there is nothing left to prove

Only when the nighttime falls I feel cozy and serene
My vigility unfolds though I’m quiet my wake begins

As I wander through my hopes and behold the sins unseen
I see what I had to see It reminds me of my previous scenes
Lying awake in bed, there’s a stream of visions
Running through my head, making an incision
Wounds me, inflicts me, accusing and amusing
Now, it says to me, it’s time for a Dance of the Jester

Seized with my emotions, patiently I wait
Please tell me bout my wrongs, show me my mistakes
I could lie forever, that’s the aim of mine
And the voices roaring me “it’s time for a Dance of the Jester”

Dance, keep on dancing all day long
Whilst the mob’s making fun of you
Each man faces his death on alone
When there is nothing left to prove
It’s your fate to be a fool for them
They consider that you really is
If they only knew what you can
They would never be at ease
And now you must dance