THE CROWN

YOU'RE STILL DANCING IN THE IMAGE
IT'S JUST A VICIOUS CYCLE
DRESSING YOUR SELF WITH THE IMAGE OF OTHER PEOPLE
HOW DO YOU FEEL IN THIS FRAME OF FICTION?

MATERIALISM, FASHION, EXCLUSION, STEREOTYPE
ALL THOSE THINGS MADE BY BLOOD RUN COLD
YOU JUST ARRANGE YOUR STUPID HAIRSTYLE IN FRON OF THE MIRROR, YOU MORAN!
AIN'T YOUR FAVORITE BLACK EYELINER INSIDE YOUR MOM'S MAKEUP BOX?

YOU'RE JUST LIKE A PORTRAIT OF A CLOWN
HOW ARE YOU GOING TO STOP THIS CYCLE?
YOU'RE JUST LIKE A PORTRAIT OF A CLOWN
IN FACT YOU THREW AWAY YOUR OWN IDENTITY

WHAT DID YOU WRITE IN YOUR DIARY YESTERDAY? (YESTERDAY)
YOU'RE JUST LIKE A PORTRAIT OF A CLOWN

YOU JUST CAST DOWN TWO COWARDLY EYES
THEN YOU WILL BEG ME TO FORGIVE AND FORGET
YOU JUST CAST DOWN TWO COWARDLY EYES
THEN YOU'LL GIVE YOURSELF AWAY
AND YOU'LL BACKSIDE AGAIN

DESTROY THE CRAZE

YOU POSE WITH YOUR HAND DRAWN FUCKING SMILE
THE CLOWN IS WAITING TO CATCH ITS WEAK PREY

AND NEVER LET GO