Mingling with the ghosts in the back of the room
They all dance to my tune
Each interaction a script I've rehearsed
This gift of mine is a curse
Dealing cards on a table of pretense
Every round played at my own expense
Oh, I'm the jester, the heart, the heart of the game
Dancing with demons that I can't ever tame
As the curtain is falling and I'm still the same
I wonder if this is how I turned insane
Constructing smiles like a madman with a plan
Beneath the surface
I'm less than I am
Grins and grimaces fade into the dark
Beneath the surface
It's only scars
Behind the mask
A palace of rot
Where thoughts decay and sanity's forgot
Each interaction
A scene so grotesque
That individual thoughts cease to exist
Individual feelings cease to exist
Individual people cease to exist
Individual people cease to exist
Individual people cease to exist
Individual me stopped to exist
Oh, I'm the jester, the heart of the game
Dancing with demons that I can't ever tame
As the curtain is falling and I'm still the same
I wonder if this is how I turned insane
Oh, I'm the jester, the heart of the game
Dancing with demons that I can't ever tame
As the curtain is falling and I'm still the same
I wonder if this is how I turned insane
How I turned insane
How I turned insane
How I turned insane
How I turned insane