Red lips painted from a frenzied white
For they had been waiting for a long time
Tears to scare from memories past
Yet now is the time
Now is the place

Sara it is you they want
When the clock strike the midnight
In the land of the lonely
For only then will they show their
Paint

In just 40 clicks
Whilst you are sleeping
For they will be there
In the hallway
In the cupboards where you hide your dreams
Under your bed
Catching your breath as you lay awake
Daring not to open your eyes
To the
CLOWNS

For they are taking you
Playing you to a fiddled
Madness
Enjoy your sleep my friend as the Forty strikes
Our beginning
your's the end