Now I come from the dark ages, lost pages
Suppressed rages engaged, filling empty graves in
Hundreds of years bloody guillotine blades 'n
Locking me away letting me shrivel like a raisin
Kings telling me I wasn't good enough and brazen
Sacrificing dignity for your entertainment
A sharp lathe and you shaving my skin slowly
While everyone around you points their fingers and beholds me
I was locked in a dark dungeon for years wonderin'
Watching time pass with slime, rats and fungus
Underneath the castle where I did my very best
Where those I failed to impress grew angry and gave me death
But The Jokerr was forgotten deep inside the dungeon walls
And I called and I called but there was no hope at all
Discarded in the darkness with no rain and no sun...
The Jokerr's pain had begun
You've seen more than kings
Dreaming to be free
Your painted tears, let them fall
Let them all fall
Now year after year as the time trickled by
Deep beneath the dirt and streets in that tunnel I would lie
I would think in the darkness of my damp and stagnate tomb
In that room my anger and gloom began to consume
I'd once been so joyous wanting but to entertain
Using spectacle and laughter as an outlet for the strain
But how that cruel injustice pumped resentment through my veins
As my heart thickened with the callous skin beneath my chains
I drank from the stone ceiling as it trickled down
From it's cracks drops of morning dew seeping through the ground
I ate any rodent with the gall to approach
Any worm, any cricket, any bat, any roach
I managed to remove all the shackles from my limbs
But the iron of the dungeon door was stronger than my whims
The agony of isolation if they only knew...
The Jokerr's pain slowly grew
Will you ever share your love
Join again the world above?
Smile and sing your song aloud
Leave your lair there deep beneath the ground
Will the people ever see
How they've hurt you, how you bleed?
So much more than laughter now
Release your painted tears endure them down
I'd once written music for my lordship to enjoy
With instruments and melodies and lyrics to employ
I only sang in levity in short simple songs
But now I write in silence rendered bitter by their wrongs
My cage is my odium
, my mind is my pen
Scripting complicated symphonies of what I did contend
With only one intent, to if I should emerge
Find those who imprisoned me to punish with my words
It had only been another year, month and a day
When I heard something foreign from the chambers of my stay
I was startled by it but inquired "Who could this be?"
"It is I Corvix
the Impaler come to set you free!"
The dungeon door iron grew hot, flaming red
Beams of light shot from underneath it, sparks flew and spred
With the rumble of a blast and the strain of my teeth...
The Jokerr's pain was unleashed!
