Il est un homme se moquant de la raison


Qui se rit de la morale et du cœur


Fait de l’absurdité sa sœur


Et du mauvais sort un clairon




Pas de nez rouge joyeux sur son visage


Un peu de noir sur les paupières


Une chevelure bleue comme le rivage


Et une odeur sucrée dans l’air




Il voit sur les cartes danser en dormant


Ses amis le trèfle joyeux, le carreau soupirant


Et le pique mélancolique, rêveur


Eux le comprennent. Ils sont danseurs.




Il est un homme souriant, charmant


Il est original, vêtu étrangement


Quelque peu excentrique, mystique




Et il me semble entrevoir le soir,


Entre les paupières teintées de noir


Une danse bleue mélancolique.

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Facade of a clown

Seems I worry for no reason.. I fall asleep wishing for a change of season.. 

so much for surrounding yourself with "people that care" ..  we all need some fucking fresh air.


in matrimony you bled, everything twisted backwards..

you fled, flew away from your mistake..

she hurt you, it's something that can't be erased..

newly wed, lay in bed... with sorrow written all over your face.


was I but your placid escape..? like a rope thrown out to sea, for you who was drowning..

age doesn't matter, because who was counting..?


my thigh hurts now.. at least it's only my fault, & no one else.

funny how when people hurt you, they blame you for it..

& when you hurt them unintentionally, they still place blame.

either way, it's all the same.

so that's why I alone, will be the one to hurt myself.

you just stay the fuck away.

the damage is already done, no need for you to put me down.. i'm not a silly clown..

your laughter brings disgrace... I want to rip out your teeth... 

everything you've said to me won't be tossed to the side so willingly..

but i'll try to forget.. & let God take care of my revenge. 


whatever you've inflicted upon me, will come back to you.. 

you think you're so righteous, so holy.. the one & only...

you think you've crushed me...

silence will be my greatest defense.. a smile will be my shield..

i'll carry a knife, dug within this heart..

& next time you start, i'll dig it right into you.


this battle is far beyond our comprehension.. it's between the angels & demons, God & the devil..

so it might not look like i'm doing anything.. but I have both on my side, both defending me.

because he who knows the war runs deeper then words..

deeper then feeling.. deeper then anything you could possibly see..

will be the one winning. 

the angels know what you've done.. they touch my hand, to re-assure me of their loyalty..

the demons have a chamber for you, down in hell.. you'll be put to work, under a spell..


my fragile existence will not crumble..

this crippled mind will not give in... 

you'll be entranced by the spell of eternal misery...

working to pay back the debts you owe, to those whom you've put down..

criticised, judged... beneath that facade, you're the clown.. 

lol sos


How can I write sad songs
when I'm supposed to be strong?
How can I make a cascade of tears
When others threaten to burst the dam
How can I walk eyes on the ground
With slack in my back alone
When called upon to lead the crowd...

Entertain us, help us our troubles to forget
You have the answers you are our escape, our hope.
Everyone and everything travels with the clown
But who makes the clown smile when wearing a frown?

These are not important things to trouble with
We have our own sings of troubles to sing.
It matters not where the clown avoids the frown
Nor if the clown is feeling down just enjoy the show

I understand the perriot clown more so now,
The pain that suffered tormenting your soul,
Is the pleasure of those who refuse to grow
My Passion for compassion, heals your lows

But your cruelty needs a strength beyond comprehension
And I will draw on the reserves that have yet to end
And pray you find your own inner resolve and free me
From my addiction of soothing your soul by appeasing your mind

Will we ever see the love of the blind
through the weaknesses of the mind?
I laugh to my self shunning the tears
No probably not ever, not in a million fears.

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Dum Clown !


U nothing but a small cat with a big mouth // man u swear u tuff // fucking under grown meowth // that's why I caught u talking shit with ur head down // u think u funny but u ain't nuttin but a class clown // I'm the one with the ring wearing dat royal crown // it's funny how every time your confronted u give peoples the runaround // ha i swear your antics are so predictable // just call me John proctor as I put you in a crucible // yea u got these people believing in your dum lies // even got some people tearing up from your fake cries // well nows the time flee // no goodbyes // I'm here to shred & disorganize // you should go back to master splinter if you are wise // fucking dirty ninja turtle with pussy cross-eyes // I hope you crawl back in your sewer & never see no sunrise.


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