The Joker's p.o.v (Heath Ledger)

Dancing on nails, a dreaded awful sound, hammering a cross into the ground.

Dancing on nails, a bendable compressed nutshell, a beautiful mind that is gone

with the wind. Dancing on nails, every rose has its thorn so called scorn. Born to

be torn apart from the start, honesty reveals the heart of a deep personal matter.

Sky high or underwater, clarity shines a light where common sense fails.