I am the self proclaimed
Life's court jester...

Act upon
the Devilish thoughts...

I am laying here in the early morning with you...
You are only two weeks old but it feels like you...

The Joker to my Harley
You're crazy matches mine...

"A smell of wine and cheap perfume"
Spilling from his earphones...

All this anger
is clawing at my stomach...

Her feelings are burred deep down
like the pharaohs of old...

What do you take me for?
Some little glass doll...

In your darkest hour
I'll be your blinding light...

Fragments of my mind
Falling to the ground...

All my dreams
Are just out of Reach...

I stare into the blazing flames
Dancing their erotic dance...