Script

Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of a china bowl You’ve got venom in your stomach, you’ve got poison in your head You should have listened to the priest at the confession When he offered you the sacred bread He knows, you know, he knows, you know

He knows, you know, but he’s got problems

Fast feed, crystal fever, swarming through a fractured mind Chilling needles freeze emotion, the blind shall lead the blind You’ve got venom in you stomach, you’ve got poison in your head When your conscience whispered, the vein lines stiffened

You were walking with the dead

He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know He’s got experience, he’s got experience, he knows, you know

But he’s got problems, problems, problems

He knows… slash wrist, scarlet fever, crawled under your bathroom door Pumping arteries ooze their problems through the gap that the razor tore You’ve got venom in your stomach, you’ve got poison in your head You should have listened to your analyst’s questions

When you lay on his leather bed

He knows, you know, he knows, you know

H he knows, you know, but he’s got problems

Blank eyes, purple fever, streaming through the frosted pane You learned your lesson far to late from the links in a chemist chain You’ve got venom in your stomach, you’ve got poison in your head You should have stayed at home and talked with father

Listen to the lies he fed

He knows, you know, he knows, you know, He knows, you know, but he’s got problems He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know He’s got experience, he’s got experience, he knows, you know

You know, you know, you know

—| by Mariilion, Script for a Jester tears