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I am the jester, my job's to entertain
And it seems that soon enough it too will be my job to reign
Over all that you see, over all that you know
As the king is slowly dying, any moment he could go
Yes the king is slowly dying, any moment he will go

Oh! Sweet memories, come rushing back to me
As I trace my fingers on these haggard walls within your keep
Though my exile still stands, I heard my duty call to me
Because i am the court jester, I've grown tired of my sleep
After all, i am the jester, and I've tired of my sleep

What good is a crown if the brow it sits on is that of a dead man
I'll wear my cap and painted smile with pride, my trusty baton in my hand
And you will see me, sire, I'll make my way back to you
You cannot stop me sire, your time is up, I see right through you

Though resolute you may pretend to be inside your walls
The people soon will realize that your feeble body can't forestall
The inevitable end that we all will one day meet
You are human, you are dying, yes know I it's bittersweet
But you knew this day would come, and you can't borrow steal or cheat
Yes, your maker gave you time, but you've run out, and soon you'll meet

I was awoken by some nibbling in my brain
A single thought, just like a knot, a stone, a weight I can't explain
That sat there pulling me to consciousness and waking soon I found
Myself entrenched in ancient earth, with roots and vines my arms were bound
And in this post-hibernal state my mind was filled with clouds of doubt
Were these my memories? or something else? and soon I felt the urge to get out

Tearing, ripping, painful as it was
Vines and leaves gave way easy just because
All that's left in this world is decay;
Soon I knew what caused me to awake

With a newfound memory after rest
I felt something bubbling in my chest
Soon I felt myself losing control
Peals of laughter rang into the distance from my soul

I cannot recognize a single thing in front of me
The world as I knew it now is gone, is this reality?
Absurd and nonsensical, fantastical and daft
All that is left to do is sit right down and laugh

Oh this world that I left you in
Has been tainted by your sin
And as such I have now taken it upon myself
To reinstate the reign of laughter and in health I will return

Oh I am making my way back I will return
Soon the people will remember the reason why they burn
And the fires in their might will start to turn
Pointing fists and shouting out with no more reason for concern

Soon you will see! the world will turn upon its head!
Just you hope that you can see it 'fore you're dead!
Foolish king, you sit in empty meaning on your throne
But in my time away you've ended up alone

Oh, all the power in the world could never save you now
As the time at which your curtain's called draws nearer, get ready to take your bow
The age of reason is now drawing to a close!
And now I, the mere court jester, will his majesty depose
I will tip the gilded throne, in me the people will repose
Because I am the court jester, not all thorns come with a rose
After all, I am the jester, and this future I propose:
Let the fool, let me, the jester, bring the olden tales to close
Let the fool, let me, the jester, a new saga now compose

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