Jester

Up and flew from my tomb all gloom and doom
To hum a tune above ruin and howl at the moon
A gust of dust with a crooked grin
Slithered into its skin to get let in

I'm a dive in deep thought, a rogue juggernaut
A priceless mosaic in glorious technicolor
Thumbin' over lines of a narrative I recite
In a timbre that purrs, coaxing swoons on a cue

But if I am the jester
To rain on your parade
Let it pour in, let it pour in
Until the tears flood down your face

Now earthbound, I lick my wounds
Inflicted parlor tricks of padded rooms
Squinting around at all I'd done
From an unmarked grave in the web I'd spun

I'm an oddly potted orchid, morbid to say the least (Hahaha)
Fragile although frigid, forget to practice what I preach
Everywhere all at once, what a strange philosophy
These scriptures are the pulse of sacred cacophonies

But if I am the jester
To rain on your parade
Let it pour in, let it pour in
Until the tears flood down your face
(And)
If I am the jester
To rain on your parade
Let it pour in, let it pour in
Until the tears flood down your face

All I needed was a little love
And a sliver of self confidence
All the bleeding rejuvenates us
'Til we're born and born again
All I needed was a bit of love
And a single ounce of self respect
All suffering reincarnates us

But if I am the jester
To rain on your parade
Let it pour in, let it pour in
Until the tears flood down your face
(So)
If I am the jester
To rain on your parade
Let it pour in, let it pour in
Until the tears flood down your face