Jester in the court of fools you hunted me dry Set me on your mantle and bled me dry Flavour of the month, in the corpse of divinity Champions of lust, you sidelined the sin in me
Of everything you were meant to be, meant nothing to me Your lips parted so partially in disbelief
We have sown the seeds of sin, wash me in your guilt Use this for personal gain, the king must die My white goddess, im covered in truth and bile From the womb spew forth the dogs of war and kill the king
