Oh, the jester he will laugh
As i lay my soul to rest
So my laughter may remain
Everlasting in this bliss
He holds my heart
Like tiny petals in his palm
He could crush it if he wished it
Yet i trust him nonetheless

Oh, I know
It’s a dangerous game i play with my soul
I know
It’s a dangerous game
But my self preservation is tepid at best

Oh, the angel will observe
My exquisite corpse from up above
He paints me gold and silver
Far much more than i deservе
My body’s scarred my mind is weatherеd
Yet he adores it all
I am afraid
I am afraid
I’ll make that angel fall

He knows
It’s a dangerous game he plays with his soul
I know
It’s a dangerous game
My morality is shaky at best