[Intro] [Spoken] I know what they call me Trickster Mascot Monster with glitter on the blade (laughs softly) But somewhere Under the greasepaint and gunpowder There was a little girl Who just wanted her father’s name Spelled right On the wanted posters [Verse 1] Pointed shoes Over broken spears I float on the steam Of a thousand fears Banners burn In a copper sky And I draw little hearts As the soldiers die Black confetti Out of open veins I juggle their prayers Drop them like rain “Such a charming waste” So the captains say As they send me skipping To ruin the day [Chorus] I’m the jester of the Ebon Conquest Court of ash, my stage of bone Painted smile, I’m my father’s daughter Carving his name in the marrow and stone Laugh for the Dark Ruler, bow for the crowd Every punchline tastes like blood in my mouth I twist, I dance, I curse, I jest Honor in a joke that can lay worlds to rest [Spoken] You remember him? Saggi the Dark Clown? …Of course you don’t. They scrubbed his grin off the history books Left him a rumor A warning A punchline told in safer colors So I took his tricks Taught them to draw blood If you won’t build him a monument I’ll build him a massacre [Verse 2] Five black heads On a dragon crown Teach me to smile When the sky falls down Tiamat’s gospel In a guttural hiss “Child, make them kneel For a kiss of abyss” Ha Des watching From his iron throne Poker face sharp Like a polished stone He snaps two fingers I split one soul Into fifty screaming Punchline holes [Chorus] I’m the jester of the Ebon Conquest Court of ash, my stage of bone Painted smile, I’m my father’s daughter Carving his name in the marrow and stone Laugh for the Dark Ruler, bow for the crowd Every punchline tastes like blood in my mouth I twist, I dance, I curse, I jest Honor in a joke that can lay worlds to rest [Bridge] Oh father, can you see me In the smoke above this land I stole your bag of wonders Turned every trick into a brand They call it sin They call it art I call it trying Not to fall apart [Spoken] They say jesters survive By never believing in anything How tedious I believe in you, father In the sharp little shadow You left behind your eyes So when I crack my wand And the battlefield blooms In gorgeous, screaming violet That’s me Writing your punchline Across the firmament [Chorus] I’m the jester of the Ebon Conquest Court of ash, my stage of bone Painted smile, I’m my father’s daughter Carving his name in the marrow and stone Laugh for the Dark Ruler, bow for the crowd Every punchline tastes like blood in my mouth I twist, I dance, I curse, I jest Honor in a joke that can lay worlds to rest [Outro] [Spoken] When the drums go silent And the crows grow bored They’ll ask “Who burned this empire’s shadow Into the world?” Just write it clearly Big letters Smeared in soot: “Here fell the fools Who forgot The Dark Clown’s child.”
