Welcome my friend's
come!
come!
gather around
pies in the face
i know i hate being a disgrace
the pranks
the expression's
it's a hostile environment
filled with cackles and giggles
i won't judge harshly
just insanely
am i ok?
am i alright?
don't know
do you really truly care
most likely not
my well being is justified by my insanity
a state of conscience you left me in
let's mistreat him then forget him
let's kill him but not completely
am i justified by your actions or your thoughts
hopelessly not
this time the jokes on you
spin the wheel pray it lands on freedom
i suppose one in a million chance can be done
i shun the things you have done to me
there's no escape tonight
or
the next night
the games you thought were fun and frightfully executed
the games have been redone
this is going to hurt by the way
welcome to the jester's court