Jester

JESTER

Is it a sin? Is it really a sin?
That I'm a jester in love with the Queen.
Is it me? Is it really me?
That painted face in the mirror in the mask of fear
I look down to myself and I cannot see
All those strings from above as they're pulling me
Is it life? Is it really mine?
Laugh at me, can't you see I am not devine.

I am blind even keeping my eyes open wide
So I shrive from my body my kindest side.
Is it a sin? Is it really a sin?
I'm a clown not just inside to give it in.
I close my eyes and pretend walking higher
Love is strong, Queen is gone from the clown messiah
Is it me? Is it really me?
Is it a fault makes me low and so ugly?

Here I am restrained
By the throne again
They call me jester
But they mean something soulless and nameless

Is it now, was it what I saw?
The priests and harlots push me under their rotting laws
Will it end? Will it ever end?
No any law to allow you laugh when I bend
Be damned that day that I could fall in love
It turned to tee for they sneer and it's not enough
Is it a doom? Is it really mine?
Sick and tired, hired and fired, out of the perfect line.