Fool's Breath

Written by Jacob Keplinger

Lookin’ out my window through a hole
And it’s giving me control
I don’t wanna feel so old
And looking through that window there’s a soul
But it’s making me so cold
Bitterness, I suppose

But what’s a soul to do without a home?

Lookin’ through my head and there’s a screen
And it’s suffocating me
Network-based disease
And somebody once said that life’s a dream
But I don’t quite agree
Simulate you and me

So now we simulate the soul a home

I walked up that hill
And I saw no company
So I took that red pill and felt a beauty over me
I had my head down
Between my shoulders
But inside that dome I took a breath so sober

I am the Fool!
I am the Fool!

I wandered back home
And found no misery
Unbeatable vibes amongst amazing company
A ghost in a shell
I’m metamorphing
My body’s unplugged and my soul is transforming

I am the Fool!
I am the Fool!

I found my body
Somewhere in Guyamar
Inside the brain of a Wizard born out of a jar
The son of Buford
A child of the King
But I can feel now that this is not the end for me

I am the Fool!
I am the Fool!