gonna hang the Pierrot today gonna lock the jesters' slay-room make it all work and no play
then make the white of this groom crimson the bloom and turn to gray can someone shove me back soon?
summed-up friends, threw them away released in sad rhymes from this tune where do my hopes stand from that day
and no play... me back soon... from that day
[Chorus:] comfort from my box or cheers from the crowd I need a detox from those silent shouts heaven or cell - the clown keeps the clouds my orphaned hell is only ups and downs
returning I'm not yet gone my ragged world from their pain adds a water side to my sun
now all warmth is down the drain the tourniquet can carry on and maybe I can breathe again
the clown is back from Babylon his makeup running through his veins is this really where I come from?