When The Jester Cries

Lacking caring bodies
The lonely floats on cold sweat through the night
Creatures of dusk
As ignorant puppets the wars of madmen we fight

Eyes filled with wrecked tears
Trying to burn holes in the darkness
Songs of the night so cold
Lighting hearts of the once bold

Always seeking the light
Only found in dreams of old
Reminiscing feelings futile
Reminiscing things untold

Do you still believe
That where their neon rainbow ends there is gold

It´s hard to part the waters in an iceage
Hard to light a candle in the wake of a storm

Souls cry silently; the show goes on
Burned are those who once loved the sun
Loved the sun

Souls cry silently; the show goes on
Burned are those who once loves the sun
But noone cares when a poor man dies
Noone sees when the jester cries

Let´s lay out more wire (that we risk not touching our brothers)
Let´s heighten our walls of desire (that we risk not seeing the sun)
Let´s dance to the pipe of the face on the screen
Let´s hide even deeper in the night
Sleep tight

It´s hard to part the waters in an iceage
Hard to light a candle in the wake of a storm

Souls cry silently...