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Godless Clown
One Deceased Mortal, One Deceased Down;
Empty and Suffering, an Evil Godless Clown.
Feels like my life has surfaced, the ship has ran aground;
to the very Halt of Silence, a dead dormant sound.
Rotting Dead corpses, buried deep underneath;
feels like a collapsing heart, suffocated by grief.
The very grass we walk on is beginning to get weak,
the fields that we played on, memories becoming bleak.
I wish I was there, as you slowly slipped past;
always late when I'm needed, always to know last.
Is it my fault I've become so empty, is it me who made you die?
because I'd swap every breath, just to see you survive.
Colm and then Smokey, whose the third to leave this plain?
strangled by warped dreams, drenched by griefs rain.
With everything you leave, everything you once had;
fills me with loneliness, paints everything to be sad.
I don't want your sympathy, I don't need it either;
I don't want to feel better, but I don't want this neither.
It feels my world is slipping, into the warp abyss;
slowly, I'm remembering, the taste of suicide's kiss.
There's only a few people, the ones who I trust;
but haunted by a melody, as memories turns to dust.
If I recorded everything, If I wrote it all down;
Maybe I wouldn't suffer, as this Evil Godless Clown.
