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Jester (by TorturedEmpire)

Single track titled "Jester" from the Vermilion EP I don’t claim to be an artist, nor do I claim to be a musician. I enjoy telling stories, and thanks to modern technology, I’ve been able to do so in a way I would have never imagined. If you enjoy what I do, I appreciate you and the support you bring. If you don’t enjoy what I make then no loss no gain, friend. I appreciate you regardless. Song/Lyrics written by TorturedEmpire Imagery made using AI tools, edited and finalized by TorturedEmpire Instrumental made using AI tools, edited and finalized by TorturedEmpire Social Media:   / torturedempire     / torturedempire   Lyrics: (Verse1) There’s a voice inside my head again It’s forcing me to play pretend Got me locked inside a cold domain With twisted bars I can’t unbend Let me live my life a normal man I wasn’t meant to brandish steel I can’t follow through with your dark plan I’m drowning in the hate you feel (Chorus) Why in the hell am I feeling this way? The voice in my head wants to come out and play Driven by anger, can’t keep him at bay My visions of reason are starting to sway (Verse2) Fuck it.. God Hickory Dickory-dickory dock Cut the face from off the clock The hands of time are just like you Split between the ten and two Who are you? No, who are we? On simple terms we can’t agree Without you there is no “me” And only I can set you free (Chorus) Why in the hell am I feeling this way? The voice in my head wants to come out and play Driven by anger, can’t keep him at bay My visions of reason are starting to sway No longer scared of the songs that I sing The blood on my hands is the blood of my king His kingdom of filth will fall to the ground Among all the ruin, my Queen shall be crowned (Bridge) No more “me” there’s only “we” I’m your jester, can’t you see? Underneath this burning sun Let’s paint the earth vermilion (Chorus) Why in the hell am I feeling this way? The voice in my head wants to come out and play Driven by anger, can’t keep him at bay My visions of reason are starting to sway No longer scared of the songs that I sing The blood on my hands is the blood of my king His kingdom of filth will fall to the ground Among all the ruin, my Queen shall be crowned