Atmosphere Sad Clown Lyrics

Sad Clown Lyrics

This world ain't a wasteland
It just taste that way some times.
It depends
on the angle
On how you read your lines.
For every brick we stack to come
together to build
There's a sick little crack in this foundation
still.
Humans! I can't accept them.
Trying to understand them
And what
fuels them and their essence.
I'm looking for some leverage.
Catch up,
trying to catch me.
Curse-ed, depress-ed. 
Here to make you
happy.
"Hey daddy tell me why the clown is crying."
"Well
son he's got the task of cheering up the ill and dying.
On top of that
everybody thinks that he's insane.
Can't fathom why he'd wanna ease their
pain."
Walking through this maze made of concrete walls
When you're
not allowed to climb there's no way to possibly fall.
When your hands are
restricted to hold nothing but self
How can you get a grip? 
How can you
pick up what you're dealt?
The clown stays sad. 
The ground stays
hard.
With a couple pounds of migraine, a pocket full of scars.
But the
face stays painted on for everyone to gaze upon
continuing the bad dream
till he wakes up gone.