Jester by The Jester

Dancing around in the puddles of those who used to laugh
The wand has on it's maniac smile and best party hat!
The shoes once all white and purple now stained red
-in the puddles of those who used to laugh!

No one laughs - or so you think
I am here then gone in a blink
I leave you with only the glimpse of my maniacal grin
The sadistic gleam in my eyes...

laughing until I can't breathe because there is nothing left
nothing but the puddles of other people in which I dance
-dance atop my blood soaked throne.
The wand had on it's maniac smirk and best party hat!

No one hears the laugh of the joker
the trickster
the reason you wind up on your ass or in a grave
or in puddles on the floor!

No one can hear me, because I can't even hear myself...
The wand is my friend - it holds me close with hands that are not here.
It holds me close while I shed not a tear.

I can hear it speak when others cannot
but they're dead, walking as they rot
I don't care if they hear - This is my world today
Mine and the wand with it's big, fucking, maniac grin and best party hat

I wave it around and the bells keep time with my feet
-Feet now soaked in the puddles of the people who used to laugh
Shoes once white and purple now dyed red!
what a pretty color...

It's a dazzling addiction to which I cannot hide!
So I dance in the puddles of all I once knew
Because they used to laugh at me

So I dance in the puddles of the ones I used to love to see smile
because their blood is so much fun to see run over my hands
Over my clothes and -

-all over the wand with the maniac smile and his best party hat!