Transjester

I was born Of a war And a hopeful country's prayer A role laid by my father's father A destiny he prepared This life as a gift my grandfather painted and Then in turn our lives were traded Do you ever notice how jesters never Hold their heads low? How even when they're sent to death They jingle as they go? Their one lives purpose Entertainment Failed and sent to rest Perhaps their laughter as they walk away is Their final protest I would've liked To be a jester A poet, a pirate, a pawn, anything Save me Lord, oh save me now I never wanted to be king Lay me down in the tavern Where God will grace my feet And let me feel his warmth as My blood empties into the street Lay me down Oh Lucifer Come claim my defeat A fallen angel knows the life Of fallen royalty My final sight Of a burning guillotine A climax of protest I feel my neck hit a wooden ledge But I see myself in the crowd I think of all the jesters that my father sent to death And all the peasants And all the people who Fought 'til their last breath At least they died Nobley In the fight for their beliefs At least their deaths mean Something now at the Death of nobility I would've liked To be a jester Dying for his protest Instead, I die Humiliated For the sake of a family crest Lay me down with the village Where God can meet with me And let me feel his warmth as He forgives the sins of my family tree Lay me down Oh Lucifer Come claim my defeat A fallen angel knows the life of Lay me down with the village Where they can meet with me And let me feel their warmth as They forgive the sins of my family tree Lay me down, oh Lucifer Come claim my defeat A fallen angel knows the life of Fallen royalty.