**[Intro]** *(Whispered over acoustic arpeggios, building into distorted power chords)* "Laugh for the king, dance for the queen… But who’s laughing when the guillotine’s clean?" **[Verse 1]** Patchwork sleeves hide trembling hands, A crown of bells but no command. I juggle fire, I eat the blade, The royal dog—well trained, well paid. **[Chorus]** *(Anthemic, soaring vocals)* I’m the fool who tells the truth! (They’ll clap til my neck’s in the noose) Jester’s wit, a dagger’s kiss— The court’s a stage, and death’s the twist! **[Verse 2]** The queen once whispered in my ear, "Make him laugh… or disappear." So I mocked the priest, I teased the knight, While the executioner sharpened his bite… **[Bridge]** *(Haunting, half-spoken over muted strings)* "Off with his head?" No—worse, my friend. They’ll strip your title… then your skin. The joke’s on me—I signed the scroll. The jester’s dead… long live the fool." **[Verse 3]** I slipped a truth inside a rhyme, They laughed so hard they missed the crime. Now the dungeon’s cold, the rats agree— The only truth’s insanity. **[Chorus]** *(Repeat, more desperate)* I’m the fool who tells the truth! (They’ll clap til my neck’s in the noose) Jester’s wit, a dagger’s kiss— The court’s a stage, and death’s the twist! **[Outro]** *(Fading into a lone, out-of-tune lute)* "Remember me when the trumpets sound… The king’s next jester’s underground."
