I released the pressure from my brain
But puddles remain from my war
Meditations make me delirious
I won't kill my inner clown

Please take my hand
Touch my raw wounds
The doctor says no surgeries
Tongues lick my sting

From your bloody tears I build my loot
I inhale the white makeup
Perfect immoral I don't wait to joke
You will not disappoint me, I own your smiles

I released the pressure from my brain
But puddles remain from my war
Meditations produce delusions
I will never kill my inner clown

From your bloody tears I build my loot
I inhale the white makeup
Perfect immoral i don't wait to joke
You will not disappoint me, i own your smiles