The Prankster Lyrics

In the midst of life's grand masquerade,

A prankster roams the bustling parade,

His hand held tight, a mystery confined,

"What do you suppose?" he asks the blind.

Each one dreams of treasures untold,

Chasing the prankster, brimming with gold,

But when he opens his hand, a cruel jest,

Nothing within, no heart's request.

The Evil Urge, a trickster's game,

Promises riches, delivers shame,

Like sunbeams in a shadowed hall,

Grasp them, and they vanish, all.

Oh, how the world dances in delight,

Lured by the prankster's deceitful light,

They follow his steps, desires so grand,

Yet find in his palm, an empty hand.

Worldly pleasures, illusions that gleam,

Like catching sunlight in a dream,

Solid they seem, but slip through the grasp,

Earthly matters fade, like a phantom's clasp.

The Evil Urge, a trickster's game,

Promises riches, delivers shame,

Like sunbeams in a shadowed hall,

Grasp them, and they vanish, all.

In the chase for the phantom prize,

We lose sight of truth in disguise,

The prankster laughs, his game complete,

Leaving us empty in defeat.

Seek not the treasures in his hand,

For they are naught but shifting sand,

Turn away from the fleeting chase,

Find solace in a higher place.

The Evil Urge, a trickster's game,

Promises riches, delivers shame,

Like sunbeams in a shadowed hall,

Grasp them, and they vanish, all.

In the end, the truth is clear,

What we seek is always near,

Not in the prankster's empty jest,

But in hearts where love does rest.