Testo di Little Clownz

All of this ends My mountain outlast the summer Father gave us a number Our very own All of my friends All of my so-called brothers We are dying We are tired And if you think that the simple solution Is retribution, please, breathe Freeze-dried amends Scalding insinuations Why am I standing? Is this my home? All of my trees That bend to be heard are missing Where are the brides? Why aren't they kissing? And if you think I'm apocalyptic Or cold and cryptic Please, never leave Hang on Hang on Hang on Little clownz You might just turn the world around There are just words This is my contribution Unfit for evoltion Silly and pure There is a sound Under the darkest winter I am sure I rest assures And if you think You hear yourself screaming Feel me dreaming More, never leave Hang on Hang on Hang on Little clownz You might just turn the world around Hang on Little clownz You might just turn the world around