You darken OUR world to brighten the sky The mud of time and pale drinks won't paint the clown's face No father should bury his SON!! The mask in his face is YOU.
Meet me at the carrousel on the 29th street... we'll drink a whole epitaph Poison of the earth makes us laugh... Still... I think the clown fakes happiness.
What have we done, running around the sun for so long? It reminds me of a dream... What's behind us?
Sounds make him count the times he'd die for an epoch of derision May I see YOU in younger eyes...
You darken OUR souls and silence the smiles The mud of time and pale drinks won't paint the clown's face No father should bury his SON!! The mask in his face is YOU.
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