Harlequin's Grief - Dyscordia

Tears black and white in marble eyes

Black tounge stories for a crowd of lies

So ignorant they dance along

To the sad Harlequin’s song.

The charade of gold and silver shines

Meanwhile the empathy declines.

The tears wasted, jests in vain

Fortune painted, with no name

He brings the laughter to the lame

But still the heartache will remain.

Pull my strings, play with me

I’m not what you think you see

Pull my strings, play with me

I’m not what you think you see.

Give me the weight of the world,

I carry on.

Never mind the tears,

I don’t belong.

Give me the weight of the world,

I carry on.

Come hear the Harlequin’s song.

The tears wasted, jests in vain

Fortune painted, with no name

He brings the laughter to the lame

But still the heartache will remain.

Give me the weight of the world,

I carry on.

Never mind the tears,

I don’t belong.

Give me the weight of the world,

I carry on.

Come hear the Harlequin’s song.

Pull my strings, play with me

I’m not what you think you see

Pull my strings, play with me

I’m not what you think you see.

Give me the weight of the world,

I carry on.

Never mind the tears,

I don’t belong.

Give me the weight of the world,

I carry on.

Come hear the Harlequin’s song.

Come hear the Harlequin’s song

Ignore the tears I don’t belong

Give me the weight I carry on

Come hear the Harlequin’s song.