Now I come from the dark ages, lost pages Suppressed rages engaged, filling empty graves in Hundreds of years bloody guillotine blades ‘n Locking me away letting me shrivel like a raisin
Kings telling me I wasn’t good enough and brazen Sacrificing dignity for your entertainment A sharp lathe and you shaving my skin slowly While everyone around you points their fingers and beholds me
I was locked in a dark dungeon for years wonderin Watching time pass with slime, rats, and fungus Underneath the castle where I did my very best Where those I failed to impress grew angry and gave me death
But The Jokerr was forgotten deep inside the dungeon walls And I called and I called but there was no hope at all Discarded in the darkness with no rain or no sun… The Jokerr’s pain had begun
Chorus:
You’ve seen more than kings Dreaming to be free Your painted tears, let them fall Let them all fall
Verse 2:
Now year after year as the time trickled by Deep beneath the dirt and streets in that tunnel I would lie I would think in the darkness of my damp and stagnate tomb In that room my anger and gloom began to consume
I’d once been so joyous wanting but to entertain Using spectacle and laughter as an outlet for the strain But how that cruel injustice pumped resentment through my veins As my heart thickened with the callous skin beneath my chains
I drank from the stone ceiling as it trickled down From its cracks drops of morning dew seeping through the ground I ate any rodent with the gall to approach Any worm, any cricket, any bat, any roach
I managed to remove all the shackles from my limbs But the iron of the dungeon door was stronger than my whims The agony of isolation if they only knew… The Jokerr’s pain slowly grew
(Chorus X1)
Bridge:
Will you ever share your love Join again the world above Smile and sing your song aloud And leave your lair there deep beneath the ground
Will the people ever see How they’ve hurt you how you bleed So much more than laughter now Release your painted tears endure them down
Verse 3:
I’d once written music for my lordship to enjoy With instruments and melodies and lyrics to employ I only sang in levity in short simple songs But now I write in silence rendered bitter by their wrongs
My cage is my odium my mind is my pen Scripting complicated symphonies of what I did contend With only one intent, to, if I should emerge Find those who imprisoned me to punish with my words
It had only been another year, month, and a day When I heard something foreign from the chambers of my stay I was startled by it but inquired “who could this be?” Vix: “It is I, Corvix the Impaler come to set you free!”
The dungeon door iron grew hot, flaming red Beams of light shot from underneath it, sparks flew and spred With the rumble of a blast and the strain of my teeth… The Jokerr’s pain was unleashed!