Funeral Clown

I can feel the concrete through my nikes
And all of your eyes down my spine
Three stripes
Runs down the sides of my legs
And the judgement of god
Still in my head

Through and through
This glare of light
makes my world dissolve
before my eyes

Two ears, one mouth
Listen more, shut the fuck up
My grasp of reality
Is slipping through my hands
My grasp of reality
Is slipping right through my hands

Illusions of safety
Let me just put on my grin and give you a smile
My master disguise
This is the last time, you won't see me again

Always searching
For the light
But it always slips
Right through my hands
My grasp of reality is slipping

Always searching for the light
More and more and more its never enough
It's never enough
This world doesn't love us and it never will



Credits
Writer(s): Emanuel Wildung
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