Lyrics
"Gloomy and introverted, the jester, but why is he sad?
And what can this long dead jester teach us about."
Sad little clown boy jester in the making.
Tears run his cheek, yeah I wonder if he'll make it.
Parents still alive, they just ran from the circus.
He walked a tightrope trying to cling to his purpose, yeah.
He orphaned and this bitch.
Was getting beat on since he was age of 6
His dad wanted a thug but he focused on his tricks.
Elephant in the room, he know how to make it flip.
Black painted lips with self-harm on his skin.
He turned to the drugs cause he thought it was a gift.
His mother used to say that this shit was ingrained.
Weak my frame and his bloodline is to blame.
Sad little clown boy jester in the making.
Tears run his cheek, yeah I wonder if he'll make it.
Parents still alive, they just ran from the circus.
He walked a tightrope trying to cling to his purpose.
Sad little clown boy jester in the making.
Tears run his cheek, yeah I wonder if he'll make it.
Parents still alive, they just ran from the circus.
He walked a tightrope trying to cling to his purpose.
Always dressed in black, loves the night just to match.
High top Docs getting gruesome in his tracks.
Parents acrobats but they somewhere laying flat.
Juggle contradictions, it's a joy he can't catch.
Better be entertaining, better be an amazement.
Don't be like that lion that's trapped in incarceration.
Get up the engagements, that smile keep faking.
Just be fucking happy, why you always feel brain dead?
Focus on how they abandoned you, left with tap dancing shoes.
Oh lonely jester.
I pray you make it through.
Littlefoot your name but your height and age grew.
Your trauma you didn't choose. Just show them a smile and cry later in your room.
You have something to prove.
How long you felt deceased rotting in this fucking tomb?
Circus ending soon.
Don't Drown Yourself.