Little Clownz

All of this endsMy mountain outlast the summerFather gave us a numberOur very ownAll of my friendsAll of my so-called brothersWe are dyingWe are tiredAnd if you think that the simple solutionis retribution please...breatheFreeze-dried amendsScalding insinuationsWhy am I standing?Is this my home?All of my treesThat bend to be heard are missingWhere are the brides?Why aren't they kissing?And if you thinkI'm apocalypticOr cold and crypticPlease...never leaveHang onHang onHang onLittle clownzYou might just turn the world aroundThere are just wordsThis is my contributionUnfit for evolutionSilly and pureThere is a soundUnder the darkest winterI am sureI rest assuresAnd if you thinkYou hear yourself screamingFeel me dreamingMore...never leaveHang onHang onHang onLittle clownzYou might just turn the world aroundHang onLittle clownzYou might just turn the world around