O. Lepera
O. is 23 years old.
She is the Turntable Artist of Weasel-Sniffers.
O. is also known as "Robin".
O. is located in Nashville at Verdant | NAS.
O. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to improve skill in order to get ahead professionally.
Court of Fools
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Song Details
Court of Fools is Anthem music in tempo Moderato. The music is splendid and the lyrics are mind melting. The song was written 11/6/2024 by O. Lepera. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
29 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
30 |
| Genre: |
Electronica |
| Owner: |
Weasel-Sniffers |
| First Revealed: |
11/6/2024 |
Dominant Instruments
Turntable System
Special Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Laugh at me, darling, I wear this crown
In the court of fools, where I’ll play the clown
Painted smiles, they hide the ache
But who’s the fool when the heart can break?
[Pre-Chorus]
Step into this circus, the game begins
A twisted tale where no one wins
You pull the strings, I dance along
But in your hands, I don’t belong
[Chorus]
Falling, falling, in your masquerade
In this game of love, the price is paid
Spinning, spinning, till I lose control
In your court of fools, I’ve lost my soul
[Verse 2]
Broken glass and shattered dreams
The puppet master pulls at seams
You laugh, you smile, but can’t you see?
This cruel jest is swallowing me
[Pre-Chorus]
Round and round, I take my place
A jester’s mask upon my face
But underneath, there’s something more
A heart that bleeds upon your floor
[Chorus]
Falling, falling, in your masquerade
In this game of love, the price is paid
Spinning, spinning, till I lose control
In your court of fools, I’ve lost my soul
[Bridge]
Is it love or is it play?
I lose myself more every day
Caught between the jest and pain
Will I ever break these chains?
[Outro]
So laugh at me, darling, I wear this crown
In your court of fools, I’m breaking down
The dance is done, the curtains close
And still, the fool is left… alone