What Else Could I Be But A Jester?

What else could he be but a jester?

[Verse 1]
In a make-out session with aggression
Putting morals into question
Seven minutes in heaven
Every 24 hours I’m raffling
Handprint on my face and nobody smacked me
A ghostly caress on my cheek has me laughing and gagging
Hear my body fucking bragging
About the brain that's still lagging

[Chorus]
Elevator to the bottom of my ribcage
Flip it to the next page
Letters all stacked on each other
Lost touch with a goal
Vision is blurred
Ran straight into a pole

Elevator to the bottom of my ribcage
Flip it to the next page
Letters all stacked on each other
Lost touch with a goal
Vision is blurred
Ran straight into a pole

[Verse 2]
I was in Chicken Run
That’s why I’m here now
So many stories yeah
So much drama wow
Everyone treats me like an old smoke stack
Like the tilted brim of a Party City hat
Can’t get a word in
Can’t get nothing down
Nothing on paper except the layout of this ghost town
I write Tonapah cleverly
Like Goldfield's elderly

[Bridge]
Wobbling down a brick road
I hunt for my reflection
No more algorithm
When I’m in the rhythm section
Mental inspection always searching for perfection
Like Halloween candy
I give out brilliant affection
Creeping around the city
Whip around the corner
Pull up to a Dell
Let me take your order
Peaking out my window
See a hearse doing donuts
Time to close the shutters
Time to close the shutters

[Chorus]
Elevator to the bottom of my ribcage
Flip it to the next page
Letters all stacked on each other
Lost touch with a goal
Vision is blurred
Ran straight into a pole