Gregory Douglass
Harlequin
All the world is dimAccording to the harlequinClamoring within, underneath the skinOf a man recoilingOutside the winter dies downIt's nearly time to leave this townYou'll sink until you drown the longer you're aroundUntil you're six feet under groundSilence, silence the clamor harlequinSilence, silence the clamorHarlequin, where have you been?You better claim your placeEveryone in occupanceWho wonders of the valiant crusadeToilsome and docile, doubtful all the whileOf a bona fide masquerade While soldiers call on holy war like hallelujahsAnd pray every single day to the warfare ordinanceOh God, what have we done?You've got to distance the things you can't eraseOh God, it's all the sameYou better claim your shameless place
From Letras Mania