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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Painted grin
Cracking at the edges
Cheap crown
Tilting on my head
Every joke
Is a loaded weapon
But they clap
So I reload instead
Cardboard throne
Stapled to the spotlight
I bow
Till my vertebrae ache
You want fun
I serve it on a platter
While my fingers
Shake and shake
[Chorus]
I am the jester with a porcelain smile
Bleeding through the teeth the whole damn while
Make you laugh as I’m losing my mind
Claws in my brain I can’t rewind
I am the jester, hear the circus cheer
Drowning out the voices screaming in my ear
[Verse 2]
Rust red
On the back of the curtains
Glass eyes
In the front row stare
Every gag
Is a nervous sermon
Every laugh
Just thins the air
I choke
On confetti and secrets
Sharp edges
Hidden in the cake
Punch lines
Stitched into my rib cage
If they burst
What will break?
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Who am I
When the makeup’s melting?
When the mask slides off
And the crowd stops yelling?
If I drop this grin
Will the world go silent?
Or will I?
[spoken, unhinged]
I can’t tell if I’m the show
Or the sacrifice on the center row
[crescendo]
Laughter like lighters in a gasoline sea
If I burn alive, will they cheer for me?
Every “are you okay?” sounds so obscene
While I’m nailed to this hellish scene
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 12, 2026
Duration3:14
LanguageFrench
Style
rap, Aggressive post-hardcore with male vocals; octave-jumping melodies over tight, palm‑muted guitars and snarling bass. Verses stay tense and syncopated, drums riding the hats; chorus explodes with half-time stomp, gang shouts, and wide distorted power chords. Bridge dives into spoken-word breakdown and screamed layers, then snaps back to a hooky, melodic outro.
Credits
Prompt by
CSide
CSideModelAria v5
Prompt
I am the jester hear to make laugh whit out dropping the mask what a agony in final i am trap in thèse hellish scène
Style like falling in reverse
Voice mâle mâture
Something like he is going crazy
