| So I reach inside the raging galaxy
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| And grab some small glittering oddity
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| Such a creation — so crippled and deranged
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| A tiny figure in the bizarre cosmic industry
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| In different aspects of this circus maximus
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| Can you truly see behind my clowns mask?
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| So like a monster jack-in-the-box
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| Always in search for a greater gathering
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| Unleash the dust and unite the horrid flesh
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| Become the craven horns for others to see
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| So I reach inside the raging galaxy
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| And grab some small glittering oddity
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| Such a creation — so crippled and deranged
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| A tiny figure in the bizarre cosmic industry
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| In different aspects of this circus maximus
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| Can you truly see behind my clowns mask?
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| So like a monster jack-in-the-box
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| Always in search for a greater gathering
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| Welcome to the temple of fallen clowns
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| Where the many colours of darkness reside
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| «Lifeless I sail trough these ironic fashions
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| Dressed in the flesh of the joker’s passions
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| On the uttermost brink of madness I stroll
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| And the rise of insanity — as my most precious goal
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| Quilted in feathers, deranged and worn
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| I fly with the flock of my vanity torn
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| Tricking the trail of my long lost obscurity |