so:ng

Drum beat thumping wall
The joker dances in the hall
Stretching his smile
Mocking madness
His red lip shade
I hear what you say
Laugh laugh, echoes
There
The court jester’s grave
It’s not a death song foretold
It’s the sound you’ve forgotten you know
My colours all turn to grey
Sir psycho’s box in which he lays
With his leather boots and ashtray
Tearing the slumber of peace away
One two three
and
one two three again
The veins shall all sway
To my strings one day
I scream
I’m here to stay
I’m here to stay.
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