the sad clown i've played a circus actjust to make everyone smilenot just because i only sawthe evil this world brings in me,but because i've walked a milejust to see someone prove me wrong. when everyone followed the flashing lightsand crowded for short-term famei wanted to bring a flowerin this pile of corpses i'm a lab rat,test monkey,and an experimentto the big guys up above.i've never fell into their traps or their promises,but i feel like i'm their little sidekick just for existing. i've wanted to surrender my soulto smile again and to laugh at somethingi've wanted to mock the suffering, tobe their spokesman, to blend in. but is it worth the price?they would rather see me with the fisheseven if i were to give them what they want.i would never be accepted, and at the endthere's nothing that i'll really be able to gain. i'm going to run awayto hide in a place where i can dissapearbut retain my lifei'd rather be the sad clown than the happy executioner.play_arrow