I am his size. So how can I forget him now When I long to share his life? Mommy, mommy, he loves your daughter. No jestering! No one can make me leave him. No jestering
They have killed the great sun jester Who danced between the stars They have stripped him of his manhood Signs of Venus and of Mars The cynics left him
on daffodils and struggle to answer why? As you grow up and leave the playground Where you kissed your prince and found your frog Remember the jester
Towards the rich archaic heavens Towards the lack diorama You are the artist and the texture That plays, with mantle, of the earth When the bleakest
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through the corridors Stream launching the binary vessels Vanities in extreme formations Ride into tomorrow's rigid futile Scripts of our dying jester race Of our dying jester
Staring there, leaning to the city moon Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms The black clad voyeur in his black clad masque In the serpentine
Titans of the power myth that failed Neanderthal hunger for the flesh of war so frail So weak, so hollow minded The primal flock responds The jester
Tried of dull ages, I walk the same ground Collecting the tragedies still Hollow ambitions in a hollow mind Carried my cross to the hill And how I lust
I lie in your soothing arms, Lord Hypnos Your garment alive with your song (Yes, I lie in your soothing arms, Lord Hypnos) Steep the spiral to your far
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Cool To slit the grinning wounds from childhood's seven moons The palette stained with the ejaculated passions (Aey) Strike from omnipotence, they all
Cre-age-aeon New beginnings held in infinite vacuum Biotronic test-worlds free of inscription Devoid of the echoes of man, noble cyborg savage In cold
to defend my actions. The foundation crumbles and I have to leave. Thanks for everything - I couldn't ask for more... I say I love you all... as I vanish through the Jester
One must be remiss when their prospects of bliss Will abandon all reason to blend with decay A banquet of fools in the lunatic season The cards that I
A jester of sorts, you stayed holding your court Over minions of Capitol Hill In a bath full of blood, I'm alone, standing still Under God you can fire
I'm a member of the motley crew Pleasing the rich and kings When I make 'em laugh Nobody even cares What's inside my mind Don't seem to get what I'm looking
