Strange times, empty thoughts
We live in a river of hopelessness
There is no prophet or martyr
Or a real speaker to bring us together
Raise your stupidity to get what you want
Praise the sad clown
He always has a fake devotion for you
Love the sad clown
He’ll make you hate yourself crawling for him
How many masks did you use today?
Not to protect yourself, but to look good for other people
Whoever thinks that there are two sides of the same coin is fooled
The pleasure of free insanity brings joy to those with dying minds
Few people care about us
We live in a nefarious day when everyone wears beautiful clothes and good manners
To hide the monsters trapped in their minds
