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Jester Jul 2016
Sing for me child,
retell the tales you've heard.

Kiss and told whipsers behind closed doors and hushed voices.

On the lips of love slipped the idea of betrayal.

No ringing of the bells tonight;
no praying for the royal blood to be split tonight.

I've got blood on my mind and a knife in my hand,
The queen drank her death at the feast;
now I come from the king-rid the country of the fatted beast.

Let the halls run with blood, may it flow down the stairs.

Sedition.
Tradition.

When one royal bloodline fails it's people- the people strike back.

Attack.

No more ringing bells for the prince and his sister.

We've silenced the guards, dead where they stood.

The first minister sleeps forever- hung by his hood.

Innocent blood- there is none here tonight.
Jester Jul 2016
We could be heroes for today;
if only we tried.

We could be heroes today;
it wouldn't matter if we died.

The change in the world could be the people we want to be,
Why can't it be this way?

All these people playing all these parts
Everyone wanting to be the star-but never going too far;
we need a hero today.

We could be the change we want to see happen.

All these problems causing all this mess;
it's not wonder why I live in stress.
Everybody wanting something for nothing
So ready to take credit and pass blame
but we could be heroes- if just for today.
Jester Jun 2016
We do what we must
In order to survive
Protect your honor
Defend your pride

We fight for each other
We stand side by side
No matter the challenge
We shall not run
We will not hide

We were not all born of the same blood
But we are brothers all the same
We respect one another
we honor each others names

We share a coat of arms
Under my protection
You shall not be harmed
For this is my oath.
Jester Jun 2016
We do what we must
In order to survive
Protect your honor
Defend your pride.
Jester Jun 2016
Another tragedy happened today-
Oh lord call the newspaper stand.

Said a young boy became a young man-
in the heat of the summer of sixty-nine
lost in a generation, he simply fell through the gap he ran out of time.

I'd say let's blow this pop-stand but the party is just getting started, so rather than run let's hang around and have some fun.

For if today is the day we all die, you may as well smile rather than cry.

We all got to somewhere sometime, sometimes sooner than later
Sometimes later is right now
Right now I must be moving on
and if you knew what I knew, you'd move right along too.

I'd say goodbye to my old town and my family friends,
I'd say goodbye because it doesn't always have to mean the end.
Jester Jun 2016
You got me caught between a heart and a hard place.

I can't run to you without hurting someone else.
I'm single, what harm could it do?

Now I've got three women all looking at me like I'm taken.

Wined one
Dined two
Literally just talked with the third.

They got me caught between a heart and a hard place.

I was rejected by one- a year go.
I told one I wasn't ready (for a relationship)
The third we're just friends.

But now it's getting awkward and so I'm stuck between a heart and a hard place.

Any choice is gonna hurt, and I've never lied to anyone.

So *******, they got tied me and sinking fast, gotta cut the cord and hope I can catch some air soon.

They put the weight of the world on my shoulders and I was blindsided.

Now I'm in something I didn't even want- it's not that I wasn't clear, it's just that now they all wanted something more and didn't think I was serious.

So now if I back out no matter what- it's gonna hurt someone.

Right now they got me caught between a heart and a hard place.

Dragging me down into the waters of uncertainty and I'm trying to keep above the water line.
Jester Jun 2016
No it won't be the witches that'll burn in this time.
No more black magic found in ramshackle towns.

Ring round the witch, burn her to ash, up into the sky she goes.

No it won't be the witches that'll burn in this time.

No more savage guess work, just savage lies.

Pile on top of rumor and gossip wheel and let the accusations fly.

Bring you torch, bring your sword, bring your bible out back;
we found a threat that we strapped to the rack.

Confess or deny, civil rights and laws don't apply.

Burn the witch for thought, burn the witch for money, burn the witch for ***** face or to claim humility.

But it won't be the witches that'll burn in this time, they'll get shamed in broad daylight for someone elses crime.
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