He doesn't know where he is and can't remember what happened, but he suddenly wakes up "entrenched in ancient earth" in a "post-hibernal state". Were these my memories? or something else? and soon i felt the urge to get out" "I was awoken by some nibbling in my brain Okay this might just be me, but it sounds like the jester was buried alive. Let the fool, let me, the jester, a new saga now compose Let the fool, let me, the jester, bring the olden tales to close I will tip the gilded throne, in me the people will reposeīecause i am the court jester, not all thorns come with a roseĪfter all, i am the jester, and this future i propose:
The age of reason is now drawing to a close!Īnd now I, the mere court jester, will his majesty depose Oh, all the power in the world could never save you nowĪs the time at which your curtain's called draws nearer, get ready to take your bow
Just you hope that you can see it 'fore you're dead!įoolish king, you sit in empty meaning on your throneīut in my time away you've ended up alone Soon you will see! the world will turn upon its head! Pointing fists and shouting out with no more reason concern Soon the people will remember the reason why they burnĪnd the fires in their might will start to turn To reinstate the reign of laughter and in health I will return The world as I knew it now is gone, is this reality?Ībsurd and nonsensical, fantastical and daftĪll that is left to do is sit right down and laughĪnd as such I have now taken it upon myself I cannot recognize a single thing in front of me Peals of laughter rang into the distance from my soul Vines and leaves gave way easy just because Were these my memories? or something else? and soon i felt the urge to get out Myself entrenched in ancient earth, with roots and vines my arms were boundĪnd in this post-hibernal state my mind was filled with clouds of doubt That sat there pulling me to consciousness and waking soon I found I was awoken by some nibbling in my brainĪ single thought, just like a knot, a stone, a weight I can't explain Yes, your maker gave you time, but you've run out, and soon you'll meet You are human, you are dying, yes i know it's bittersweetīut you knew this day would come, and you can't borrow steal or cheat The inevitable end that we all will one day meet The people soon will realize that your feeble body can't forestall Though resolute you may pretend to be inside your walls You cannot stop me sire, your time is up, i see right through you I'll wear my cap and painted smile with pride, my trusty baton in my handĪnd you will see me, sire, I'll make my way back to you What good is a crown if the brow it sits on is that of a dead man Though my exile still stands, i heard my duty call to meīecause i am the court jester, I've grown tired of my sleepĪfter all, i am the jester, and I've tired of my sleep Oh! Sweet memories, come rushing back to meĪs I trace my fingers on these haggard walls within your keep Yes the king is slowly dying, any moment he will go Over all that you see, over all that you knowĪs the king is slowly dying, any moment he could go And it seems that soon enough it too will be my job to reign
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