lyrics
The sage is trapped in a jester's guise,
His beauty lost on hollow eyes,
Though still a council to the wise,
His chains make fast the fool’s demise.
In the broken court of the king and queen,
Where all is forged and none is green,
The king makes up his backward mind,
And the subjects fall in to crooked line.
It spreads like fire through the land,
Propelled by his mighty hand,
As gardens burn and towers stand,
The jester sits in high command.
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The sage, he calls out high and low,
Proclaiming what they need to know,
But the ears too deaf and eyes too dull,
Headed for the fatal blow.
And the kingdom's sorrow goes unseen,
Cut where none can feel the bleed.
But the night grows thick with cries of need,
And the morning red as vultures feed.
The sage is trapped in a jester's guise,
His beauty lost on hollow eyes,
Crown thy good, let freedom ring,
Where one and all made jester king.
And a love of dust did desert bring.
credits
released November 18, 2016
drums- Michael Vecchione
mellotron- Kurt Thum
vocals- Kells Rodriguez
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