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