Cortege

The Jester

Cortege


Show me the one who let the jester 
Into your hearts 
May his hands be cut off 
And let him bleed to death 
Invite me please to the great opening 
Of your minds 
I ll bring my own poison 
And throw you a handful 
I m very grateful for giving me the possibility 
Of watching your downfall 
Watching as you are getting very high 
Only to suddenly fall down 

Can I hear 
Once again 
A fool s laugh 
The one s who 
Cannot see 
Cannot move 

Have you seen the face? 

I cannot 
Help throwing 
My poison 
It surely will 
Be absorbed 
So easily 

Now close your hands 
The jester will lead the prayer 

By your hands you ll die 

Keep on feasting the 
The jester will sing 
Dehumanization 
Filling the 
Empty spaces 
With answers 
The night hugs those 
Who hate the light 
She will avenge her sons 
If you try to hurt them 
She keeps the key to 
Rule the weak minds