Please, just forgive them Father For they know not what they do. Behold my sisters, brothers, Them Clowns will sing for you:
Clown #2: *** Jump, oh, please just jump! Or take this deadly knife! Be a man, you coward! Jump! Just cut this miserable life!
Clown #6: Feels like a curse on me, I'm hexed. I could have fallen but I'm lasting And I'm afraid I might be next: I guess it's time to count my blessings...
Sometimes I want to slow my roll But instead I hit the gas. And even If I know I'll fall I'd rather do it fast.
But maybe that's my fate This everlasting race And I am always late Too slow to get through maze.
Clown #7: I've smiled, I've cried I might have tried To live, to die; To drown, to fly.
But pain and tears Have flooded me There was nothing else That I could see...
I'd had so much great pain to bear At night I died and died. I thought I'd paid my painful fare I tried to live, I really tried...
But now I'm gone, I will fade out I guess there's no salvation. And heading to the land of doubts I'd say: My life was Great Depression...
“The only one to clean your room is YOU” “No one can live YOUR live but YOU” I didn’t know this then so I chose to hide away And wear the same mask every day...
So how do I define my freedom? It’s not a tree, it’s not the kingdom My freedom is in me, I am the KING My words do sting, they are my wings.
The locks; the gates The wings; the king I’ll fly; I’ll fall I’ll cry; I’ll sing
I am a freedom, I’m a riot I am the power, fuck the verbal diet I am a rebel, I’m a renegade And now I’m free, so close them gates...
On The Edge... [მესამე]
