Hecklers Jesters and Thieves Video (MV)

I've gone into the dawn
Hither and thither and yawn
Stitches and yarn
Y'all String me along
Ring the alarm
A prisoners bringin' a shiv in the yard
To stick in my heart
Dig through the wall
And rip it apart
Split it to shards
Spit on my grave
Shit on my art
Idiots mock with silly remarks
Talk but aren't willing to walk
A militant march
I'm open to listen to critics but what if you're wrong
Opinions of flawed
You think that you know what I'm thinkin
Than finish my thought
Dot, dot, dot
Flingin' a dart into the dark
Consistently missin' my mark
And hittin' the block
A kid in the park that didn't belong
A fish that went swimmin' with sharks
Sinks like a rock
Ran like a river and I pondered my lot
Went wandering off got lost in my thoughts
And I squandered my shot
Try to stand tall, but my posture is all but balled in a knot
And I can take a hintt, so I followed a hunch
No probable cause for the horror to come
Slaughter the drunks
Armed with a water gun and a bottle rum
I'll wallow in sorrow for months
Crawl to a halt, but I grovel to none
The trauma of almost falling in love
With the monster in all us can alter and stunt
And often it does
But I'm not giving up
Cause I've also done the impossible once

It's all of little consequence
When you're always in the audience
And get to comment on the artist
In the costume of the harlequin
The cards are set
When the hearts are in the hands
Of all the harlots and the charlatans

Yes, it's all of little consequence
When you're always in the audience
And get to comment on the artist
In the costume of the harlequin
The cards are set
When the hearts are in the hands
Of all the harlots and the charlatans

I'm the last that livin'
That had to witness the past
And tragic figures that pass like apparitions
I have this vision of smashing shattered mirrors
I gather the glass and have to fix my scattered image
But after I finish it isn't as I pictured
Cause half is missing and half is twisting and cracked
Perhaps the difference alas
Is lack of interest in facts and vast opinions
And mass convictions for acts
That didn't happen as they think it
My fragile fractured friendships
Have snapped and splintered
Stab my fingers as I grab the axe and swing
To hack for timber
The wrath of the masked avenger
For those who laugh with bad intentions at my expense
Then my success is an act of vengeance
But is that just petty and passive aggressive
To carry resentment
And regularly rap on a record
I have a confession
I haven't accepted the average consensus
And challenge convention
By asking the question
They're actually threatened by talent
And balanced perspective
I battle depression
With maximum effort
I'm happy it ended
Through travel and afternoon sessions
And now I'm trying to capture the essence of gratitude
I'll tattoo the message backwards in capital letters
Staring at my reflection

It's all a little consequence
When you're always in the audience
And get to comment on the artist
In the costume of the harlequin
The cards are set
When the hearts are in the hands
Of all the artists in the charlatans

Yes, it's all a little consequence
When you're always in the audience
And get to comment on the artist
In the costume of the harlequin
The cards are set
When the hearts are in the hands
Of all the artists in the charlatans