i've played a circus act
just to make everyone smile
not just because i only saw
the evil this world brings in me,
but because i've walked a mile
just to see someone prove me wrong.

when everyone followed the flashing lights
and crowded for short-term fame
i wanted to bring a flower
in this pile of corpses

i'm a lab rat,test monkey,and an experiment
to 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 soul
to smile again and to laugh at something
i've wanted to mock the suffering, to
be their spokesman, to blend in.

but is it worth the price?
they would rather see me with the fishes
even if i were to give them what they want.
i would never be accepted, and at the end
there's nothing that i'll really be able to gain.

i'm going to run away
to hide in a place where i can dissapear
but retain my life
i'd rather be the sad clown than the happy executioner.