.... I was born in a bottle, Corked tight with prayer. I danced on the table With fire in my hair. I kissed every stranger The wind ever threw And laughed as the sky Turned a terrible blue. Welcome to the Jester’s Parade! Where we cry in time, but the music stays brave. One foot in heaven, one lost in the grave And still we sing! We burn, we break But oh, what joy a heart can fake! I wore shoes made of thunder, My coat stitched with lies. I danced with my ruin And fed it my ties. I painted my shadow With laughter and lace And smiled as the storm Poured wine on my face. A cossack tune with a funeral grin Life spins you out, then drags you back in. From kiss to cliff, from joy to ache You waltz on glass… Until it breaks. Welcome to the Jester’s Parade! Where the mirrors lie and the debt is repaid. One breath to dance, one sigh to fade And still we sing! We burn, we break But oh, what noise a soul can make! So raise up your goblet To the fool and the saint We all wear paint Till the paint wears faint. ...
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