On The Edge Vol4

13 Clowns

[Dedicated to Me when I'm (g)done]

Please, just forgive them Father
For they know not what they do.
Behold my sisters, brothers,
Them Clowns will sing for you:

Clown #2:
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Jump, oh, please just jump!
Or take this deadly knife!
Be a man, you coward! Jump!
Just cut this miserable life!

Clown #6:
Feels like a curse on me, I'm hexed.
I could have fallen but I'm lasting
And I'm afraid I might be next:
I guess it's time to count my blessings...

Sometimes I want to slow my roll
But instead I hit the gas.
And even If I know I'll fall
I'd rather do it fast.

But maybe that's my fate
This everlasting race
And I am always late
Too slow to get through maze.

Clown #7:
I've smiled, I've cried
I might have tried
To live, to die;
To drown, to fly.

But pain and tears
Have flooded me
There was nothing else
That I could see...

I'd had so much great pain to bear
At night I died and died.
I thought I'd paid my painful fare
I tried to live, I really tried...

But now I'm gone, I will fade out
I guess there's no salvation.
And heading to the land of doubts
I'd say: My life was Great Depression...

“The only one to clean your room is YOU”
“No one can live YOUR live but YOU”
I didn’t know this then so I chose to hide away
And wear the same mask every day...

So how do I define my freedom?
It’s not a tree, it’s not the kingdom
My freedom is in me, I am the KING
My words do sting, they are my wings.

The locks; the gates
The wings; the king
I’ll fly; I’ll fall
I’ll cry; I’ll sing

I am a freedom, I’m a riot
I am the power, fuck the verbal diet
I am a rebel, I’m a renegade
And now I’m free, so close them gates...

[cyb]
30.08.2008