(Verse 1) A jester walks where statues stand, Laughs in tongues they’ll never understand. He flips a coin, but it lands on its side, Balance is fiction—truth is a lie. (Pre-Chorus) They build their walls with golden rules, Stack their stones, but miss the glue. Paint their gods in black and white, Forget the space between the hues. (Chorus) Five fingered fools hold onto the tide, Dancing in patterns they claim to define. But the wheel keeps turning, it spits out the plan, And the punchline’s the part they won’t understand. (Verse 2) A whisper slips through a cracked old frame, Spins in circles, changes its name. Order’s a leash with a fraying rope, Chaos the ink that rewrites the joke. (Pre-Chorus) They count their stars, draw lines between, Carve their maps in what’s unseen. Stack their clocks to cage the flow, Still wonder why the gardens won’t grow. (Chorus) Five fingered fools hold onto the tide, Dancing in patterns they claim to define. But the wheel keeps turning, it spits out the plan, And the punchline’s the part they won’t understand. (Bridge) Eris smiles in the wake of the fall, The punch is thrown, but it misses the brawl. A name is a cage, a thought is a blade, And nothing’s as sacred as things left unmade. (Outro Chorus) Five fingered fools trace lines in the sand, Praying to patterns that slip through their hands. The apple was tossed, but they swallowed the core, And the joke’s on the ones still keeping the score.[outro][Instrumental Interlude][fadeout][end]

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