The Jester of Bitter Truths. Lyrics by me / Miya Mi. Music, video & vocal AI.

Подписывайтесь, пишите комменты, лайкайте и распостронаяте мои видео. Всем спасибо. The Jester of Bitter Truths. Verse 1 He was a genius of sarcasm, a master of the caustic sting, But the bitterest fool is he who feels no joy in the thing. He knew the world was a canvas, vast and wide, Where poison lurks in every glance, and fate has nowhere to hide. Masking his final groan with a laugh’s hollow ring, He was the executioner, awaiting the throne of the King. Chorus His smile is like a fissure, a crack upon the ice, Taut as a wire, paying misfortune’s price. A mirror of the lies, an echo in the hall, Burning in his own fire, waiting for the fall. The King’s own jester. Master of the blade, The only one set free by the chains that he has made. Verse 2 His coat was motley-bright, his collar etched in dots, He ruled the gala where eternal fear ties the knots. The King’s own fool. Master of words, a tongue of fire, Each sally a bayonet of sarcasm, whetted by ire. When he spoke, the corners grew silent and cold, While laughter echoed through ballrooms, brazen and bold. Chorus His smile is like a fissure, a crack upon the ice, Taut as a wire, paying misfortune’s price. A mirror of the lies, an echo in the hall, Burning in his own fire, waiting for the fall. The King’s own jester. Master of the blade, The only one set free by the chains that he has made. Bridge (The Climax) He wove a virtual web of wit, sharp and refined, Mocking the very things he wished to leave behind.