Clown On Stage

Left right left, be a good toy

Quiet is kept, lost your voice

Nothing makes sense, blind in the void

Do your best, do we have a choice?

Devil in the flesh, every little vice

Death is for a fact, heaven has a price

Cleaning up the mess, left before your eyes

Last one to confess, the first to say goodnight

Trauma games

Best dressed boy, best dressed whore

Clown on stage, guided by the voices

All alone, my wretched soul

Cast away unfriendly ghosts

Block out the sun, imitation god

Nowhere left to run, innocence lost

Spiderweb spun, living through the cost

Lying's never done, dying never stops

Wading through the mud, going through withdrawals

Living through the flood, waiting for the fall

No one wanna look, on account of feeling small

Just another hook, just another song

Trauma games

Best dressed boy, best dressed whore

Clown on stage, guided by the voices

All alone, my wretched soul

Cast away unfriendly ghosts