F8l - Jester Lyrics

Yeah yeah
I took a lot of them quaaludes
With a bottle of Grey Goose
And I'm talking to Jesus like "who should I pray to"
I'm prey to my demons too
Gotta keep it moving, I can't see the roof
F*ck what the people assuming
I'm having an outer body
Hallucinating, what are you debating
Life is never like a Susan Baker movie
Everyday is not a holiday
It is more like a Luis Bunuel & Salvador Dali
Ah
F*ck real, I'm keeping it surreal
Motherf*ck mills, I've been writing my will
Ready to die
I don't wanna give, I don't wanna take
I don't wanna love, I don't wanna hate
I don't wanna live, I don't wanna pray
I don't wanna uh
These are the notes of a schizophrenic insomniac
On gin and tonic & cognac
Skeletons of my personalities hopping out of my cranium
I'm talking to her as someone else so baby I'm
Sorry, gotta confess
What the f*ck's this drug test
I love it when you get so angry
And you love it when I see you undress
Chronicles of a lonely soul
Your legs my only hope
I don't wanna die in the real world
So keep me in you, lets overdose
Yeah
Psychology can't explain this dichotomy
Or duality
No way who knows
Anyways don't tell mama that I had a couple
Snowflakes in my nose on occasion
My body blazing but I'm feeling cold
Frostbit
The TV's on I don't even know what I'm watching
I know that I'm not even blinking or thinking
My static is full of images of people with no faces
All naked with their toes shaking & walking in puddles of blood
I shave my eyebrows off
This might be my downfall
Its like I'm in a Cronenberg universe
With Satanic women worshipping Lucifer (cause my God)
Right then Eve comes up to me to bite my neck
Then she says, "Hey Adam, bite this apple
Honey I think you're gonna like my taste"
Right then I wipe my face & I end up in a lonely room
Where I see no tomorrows in shattered pieces of broken bottles
Having dreams of nasty scenes
Anarchy is not in staccato
F*ck
Get out
No
Hallelujah, paranoia
I'm the Judas to my Jesus
I'm the Brutus to my Caesar
I'm a super non-believer in all the evil
Am I breathing
Oh eureka (oh)
Should've died already (oh)
Should've died already (whoa)
Having a vision, looking in the mirror
Looking at a f*cking jester getting ready
Red balloons, so majestic
All the gestures of a broken mess with a headache
But everything is copacetic. Get it? F*ck it
My brain is an aquarium in oblivion and delirium
I don't know, no no
Maybe I don't really wanna know
Maybe I don't wanna let go (no)
I don't even think I wanna stay
I can never make up my mind
I've been to hell and back
Guess I need a better half
I'mma put her on a pedestal
Say "Ciao Bella", we would laugh like
Adam picks himself up off the ground
Wipes the blood off his face and hands
And continues watching television
A 15 minute short film called 'Storms' has just started
Adam Morelli watching 'Storms', a short film