[Verse 1]
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Now I come from the dark ages, lost pages
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Suppressed rages engaged, filling empty graves in
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Hundreds of years bloody guillotine blades 'n
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Locking me away letting me shrivel like a raisin
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Kings telling me I wasn't good enough and brazen
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Sacrificing dignity for your entertainment
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A sharp lathe and you shaving my skin slowly
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While everyone around you points their fingers and beholds me
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I was locked in a dark dungeon for years wonderin'
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Watching time pass with slime, rats and fungus
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Underneath the castle where I did my very best
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Where those I failed to impress grew angry and gave me death
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But The Jokerr was forgotten deep inside the dungeon walls
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And I called and I called but there was no hope at all
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Discarded in the darkness with no rain and no sun...
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The Jokerr's pain had begun
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[Hook]
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You've seen more than kings
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Dreaming to be free
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Your painted tears, let them fall
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Let them all fall
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[Verse 2]
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Now year after year as the time trickled by
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Deep beneath the dirt and streets in that tunnel I would lie
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I would think in the darkness of my damp and stagnate tomb
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In that room my anger and gloom began to consume
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I'd once been so joyous wanting but to entertain
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Using spectacle and laughter as an outlet for the strain
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But how that cruel injustice pumped resentment through my veins
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As my heart thickened with the callous skin beneath my chains
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I drank from the stone ceiling as it trickled down
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From it's cracks drops of morning dew seeping through the ground
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I ate any rodent with the gall to approach
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Any worm, any cricket, any bat, any roach
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I managed to remove all the shackles from my limbs
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But the iron of the dungeon door was stronger than my whims
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The agony of isolation if they only knew...
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The Jokerr's pain slowly grew
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[Hook]
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You've seen more than kings
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Dreaming to be free
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Your painted tears, let them fall
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Let them all fall
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[Bridge]
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Will you ever share your love
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Join again the world above?
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Smile and sing your song aloud
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Leave your lair there deep beneath the ground
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Will the people ever see
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How they've hurt you, how you bleed?
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So much more than laughter now
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Release your painted tears endure them down
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[Verse 3]
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I'd once written music for my lordship to enjoy
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With instruments and melodies and lyrics to employ
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I only sang in levity in short simple songs
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But now I write in silence rendered bitter by their wrongs
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My cage is my odium, my mind is my pen
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Scripting complicated symphonies of what I did contend
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With only one intent, to if I should emerge
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Find those who imprisoned me to punish with my words
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It had only been another year, month and a day
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When I heard something foreign from the chambers of my stay
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I was startled by it but inquired "Who could this be?"
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"It is I Corvix the Impaler come to set you free!"
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The dungeon door iron grew hot, flaming red
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Beams of light shot from underneath it, sparks flew and spred
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With the rumble of a blast and the strain of my teeth...
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The Jokerr's pain was unleashed!
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[Bridge]
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Will you ever share your love
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Join again the world above?
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Smile and sing your song aloud
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Leave your lair there deep beneath the ground
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Will the people ever see
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How they've hurt you how you bleed?
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So much more than laughter now
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Release your painted tears endure them down
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The Jokerr's Pain
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The Jokerr |