I'm taking the paint off my face,
I feel clean again, I feel me again,
Everyone expects a layer but I feel like a clown,
"Cover yourself" that's what you're told,
"Be like the rest, you're naturally broken,
fix yourself up, don't be so stubborn,
and learn to stand above the ground
but don't loose your balance or your temper".

i don’t know where i’m coming from
and I don’t know where i stand
i’m not the one to play games with
even though people think i am

i could be the one who keeps the controller
and lead us to, open or closed, an end
wild and dark and cold as i might be
still not the right one, still not free

wild and dark and cold like the wind at sea
even when the sun shines, i’m still not free
there’s something bothering me on the inside
and i don’t know if it’s normal, i don’t know right

i just feel a little different from the bottom
and i’m wondering, i’m wondering all the time
i wish i could say my brain is one illusion
i wish i could say what i feel isn't real

but then i would lie, like all those liars
those who nothing but the nothing, feel

now and then **** makes me worried
but **** also tells me to calm down
i figured out everyone’s just a zombie
for each other, a zombie or a clown

Okay, so I have these recurring nightmares. One is about bullfighting, a six headed fire breathing dragon, and one about clowns eating my toes. And, dude, clowns ****!

A scene too obscene to be believed
when it's seen
Like an acid trip intersecting with a *******
Where reality becomes a second thought
And you and I were caught
or maybe lost
in the crossfire of hungry hearts
I breathe you in whenever you're around
there's a code to my heart that unlocks with the sound
of your voice in a humorous shout
through the crowd
But what once was so loud
it shook me to the ground
burned so bright it may have burned out
the Chaos is Dead - All is Quiet now
And where there once was great noise
as joy did abound
is stricken with silence
like A Forest of Frozen Clowns

Fraud identities—
Hack poets praising themselves,
  .  .  .  Wait for accolades.

stretching out in a frown
can you feel the clowns?
coming forth
to collect
all your happy smiles

can you feel them
taking away your strength
making your sparkles dull
can you feel the clowns?
running down on you

run away my love
don't ever look back
don't let them get close
let the clowns stay sad
and run to the purple
where the hiccups are

can you feel them
taking away your light
can you
feel...
the clowns?

they are ready to collect...