Year Of The Klown
FALL FROM THE ARMS THAT HELD YOU CLOSE
FREE FROM THE CLAWS OF LOVE’S CONTROL
TURBULENCE IN THIS TRANCE STATE
IS THIS EXISTENCE THE FINAL TRANSITION?
CAN’T YOU HEAR THE ALARMS
RISING UNDER, RACING CLOSER
IN THE YEAR OF THE KLOWN
UPSIDEDOWN AND TIPPING OVER
IN THE YEAR OF THE KLOWN
KATASTROPHE IS TAKING OVER
RUN FROM THE ONES WHO DESIRE TO CHAIN YOU
RUN FROM THE ONES WHO CONSPIRE TO TAME YOU
TURBULENCE IN THIS TRANCE STATE
IS THIS EXISTENCE THE FINAL TRANSMISSION?
LISTEN TO THE APPLAUSE
RAGING THUNDER, BEATING CLOSER
IN THE YEAR OF THE KLOWN
UPSIDEDOWN AND TIPPING OVER
IN THE YEAR OF THE KLOWN
KATASTROPHE IS TAKING OVER
BLESSED ARE THE WHORES, WITHOUT WORDS, THERE’S NO LIES
CALL TO THE WILD, PRASIE THE LORD OF THE THIGHS
BLOOD ON SATIN
SEETHING MEMORIES
YOUR WORDS ARE SHALLOW
TALK TO THE DOOR CRACK BITCH
TURBULENCE IN THIS TRANCE STATE
IS THIS EXISTENCE THE FINAL TRANSMISSION?