Jester Lyrics

Yeah yeah

I took a lot of them quaaludes

With a bottle of Grey Goose

And I'm talking to Jesus like "who should I pray to"

I'm prey to my demons too

Gotta keep it moving, I can't see the roof

Fuck what the people assuming

I'm having an outer body

Hallucinating, what are you debating

Life is never like a Susan Baker movie

Everyday is not a holiday

It is more like a Luis Bunuel & Salvador Dali

Ah

Fuck real, I'm keeping it surreal

Motherfuck mills, I've been writing my will

Ready to die

I don't wanna give, I don't wanna take

I don't wanna love, I don't wanna hate

I don't wanna live, I don't wanna pray

I don't wanna uh

These are the notes of a schizophrenic insomniac

On gin and tonic & cognac

Skeletons of my personalities hopping out of my cranium

I'm talking to her as someone else so baby I'm

Sorry, gotta confess

What the fuck's this drug test

I love it when you get so angry

And you love it when I see you undress

Chronicles of a lonely soul

Your legs my only hope

I don't wanna die in the real world

So keep me in you, lets overdose

Yeah

Psychology can't explain this dichotomy

Or duality

No way who knows

Anyways don't tell mama that I had a couple

Snowflakes in my nose on occasion

My body blazing but I'm feeling cold

Frostbit

The TV's on I don't even know what I'm watching

I know that I'm not even blinking or thinking

My static is full of images of people with no faces

All naked with their toes shaking & walking in puddles of blood

I shave my eyebrows off

This might be my downfall

Its like I'm in a Cronenberg universe

With Satanic women worshipping Lucifer (cause my God)

Right then Eve comes up to me to bite my neck

Then she says, "Hey Adam, bite this apple

Honey I think you're gonna like my taste"

Right then I wipe my face & I end up in a lonely room

Where I see no tomorrows in shattered pieces of broken bottles

Having dreams of nasty scenes

Anarchy is not in staccato

Fuck

Get out

No

Hallelujah, paranoia

I'm the Judas to my Jesus

I'm the Brutus to my Caesar

I'm a super non-believer in all the evil

Am I breathing

Oh eureka (oh)

Should've died already (oh)

Should've died already (whoa)

Having a vision, looking in the mirror

Looking at a fucking jester getting ready

Red balloons, so majestic

All the gestures of a broken mess with a headache

But everything is copacetic. Get it? Fuck it

My brain is an aquarium in oblivion and delirium

I don't know, no no

Maybe I don't really wanna know

Maybe I don't wanna let go (no)

I don't even think I wanna stay

I can never make up my mind

I've been to hell and back

Guess I need a better half

I'mma put her on a pedestal

Say "Ciao Bella", we would laugh like

Adam picks himself up off the ground

Wipes the blood off his face and hands

And continues watching television

A 15 minute short film called 'Storms' has just started

Adam Morelli watching 'Storms', a short film