[Verse 1]
The spotlight gleams, the stage is bare,
Save for a jester, perched on a chair.
His painted face, a mask of mirth,
Concealing the void, a barren earth.
[Chorus]
A puppet show, a one-man play,
Where strings are pulled, and shadows sway.
The jester dances, his bells a-chime,
A hollow echo, a pantomime.
[Verse 2]
With nimble hands, he weaves a tale,
Of kings and queens, of love and betrayal.
He pulls the strings, his puppets dance,
A tragicomedy, a fateful trance.
[Chorus]
A puppet show, a one-man play,
Where strings are pulled, and shadows sway.
The jester dances, his bells a-chime,
A hollow echo, a pantomime.
[Verse 3]
He speaks of love, a tender touch,
Yet feels no warmth, no longing much.
He tells of joy, a happy plight,
But knows no solace, day or night.
[Chorus]
A puppet show, a one-man play,
Where strings are pulled, and shadows sway.
The jester laughs, a hollow sound,
His voice a whisper, lost and unbound.
[Verse 3]
He speaks of love, a tender touch,
Yet feels no warmth, no longing much.
He tells of joy, a happy plight,
But knows no solace, day or night.
[Chorus]
A puppet show, a one-man play,
Where strings are pulled, and shadows sway.
The jester weeps, a silent tear,
His heart a void, a chilling fear.
[Bridge]
The play unfolds, a twisted scene,
A dance of puppets, a jester's dream.
But who controls the puppeteer,
When shadows dance, and truths appear?
[Chorus]
A puppet show, a one-man play,
Where strings are pulled, and shadows sway.
The jester falters, his voice grows weak,
A broken toy, a soul unique.
[Outro]
The curtain falls, the lights grow dim,
A haunting echo, a final hymn.
The jester slumps, his play complete,
An empty stage, a void so sweet.
Enjoy the show.