Music

It's Not A Clown

Clock keeps ticking
Time keeps passing
Wonder if the
Thought's worth asking
It's been several weekends now
Since I tore your eyelids out
Can you see me
Do you notice
If you're breathing
Will you focus
I need your attention now
Or I burn this whole house down
1, 2, 3, 4
When I speak
You're not reacting
Could it be
The torture racking
I keep all your limbs cuffed now
Insurance that you won't run out
Why'd you do this
Why'd you make me
All your bullshit
Makes me crazy
There's nothing I would rather do
Than inflict my hurt on you

It feels so good to be mean
I must be possessed right now
I'm loving your suffering
What goes 'round comes back around
And if you didn't think I had it in me
To tear you down
Now we both know
It's not a clown

Your behavior
Will get better
Nonetheless I'll
Keep you fettered
In the stocks your head hangs down
A chopping block's the final round
Are you nervous
Can you feel me
If it hurts it
Might be bleeding
A bodice made of your ribs sound
Like just the hug I need right now

Why the long face

If you didn't think I had it in me
To tear you down
Now we both know the darkness in me
Is not a clown

It feels so good
To be mean
I must be possessed right now
Lovin' your suffering, oh yeah
You spin me right 'round baby
Right 'round like a record baby

What goes around 'round
Comes-a back around 'round
Whoa
What goes around 'round
Comes-a back around 'round
Whoa
What goes around 'round
Comes-a back around 'round
Whoa
What goes around 'round
Comes-a back around 'round
Whoa
What goes around 'round
Comes-a back around 'round
Whoa
What goes around 'round
Comes-a back around 'round
Whoa
What goes around 'round
Comes-a back around 'round
Whoa

This song is so weird