gonna hang the Pierrot today
gonna lock the jesters' slay-room
make it all work and no play
then make the white of this groom
crimson the bloom and turn to gray
can someone shove me back soon?
summed-up friends, threw them away
released in sad rhymes from this tune
where do my hopes stand from that day
and no play... me back soon... from that day
comfort from my box or cheers from the crowd
I need a detox from those silent shouts
heaven or cell - the clown keeps the clouds
my orphaned hell is only ups and downs
returning I'm not yet gone
my ragged world from their pain
adds a water side to my sun
now all warmth is down the drain
the tourniquet can carry on
and maybe I can breathe again
the clown is back from Babylon
his makeup running through his veins
is this really where I come from?