Jester_mixdown.mp3

SUPER ROUGH DRAFT MUSICALLY!!! BE AWARE!!! WRITTEN TONIGHT IN A FEW MINUTES!!! EAT MORE FRUIT!!!


In the field, we find your soul
Torn and shattered, like the fish in a bowl
Slowly, slowly falling to the floor before your eyes.

The vapor of the water brushes past your control
under your lids and down your face
We all function with this practice

I am one to pick up your hair
I am one to saturate the skin with oils
I am the one to piece you back into a form
One worth seeing

Empty and controlled, a husk brought to life
Where do you look to find your home
I am reasonable but your place is not here.
You lay shattered to pieces
We all point and laugh to your lifeless remains
Empty your pain into shame
We wont touch you

I am one to pick up your hair
I am one to saturate the skin with oils
I am the one to piece you back into a form
One worth seeing

Seething, and remorseful.
Your alarm bells should be ringing
We only hear the dull thud
You wrapped it all in clothes ripped from your shoulders

I am one to pick up your hair
I am one to saturate the skin with oils
I am the one to piece you back into a form
One worth seeing

I am the jester and you are the prat fall
I am the laughter and you are desolving
With the teems of voices screaming for more thru blinding tears
I am staring you down and I will be the one to piece you back together
I will be the one to set you on fire.

I will be the one to set you on fire.
To set you on fire to watch you burn.