A clown is crumbling
On stage stumbling
Bursting his balloons
Paint hiding pain unknown to the room
He tells himself "I cannot think of anything"
My mind is on the brink and my eyes are shutting
Ambition Premieres when the magic begins
People will gather and the spotlight is on him
He jokes are revealed
The reception is dim
The reception is dim
Vision clouded by fury
Lamentation resumes
A silence developed
Isolation in bloom
Vision clouded by fury
Lamentation resumes
A silence developed
Isolation in bloom