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The ClownDoes happiness lay in the bottle, or the knife?The Clown by ~morbidtyrant
I could drink myself to death or take your life
The fact still remains that neither will do
We move through life, and grab what we can
Smile our way through the daily grind
As the anger builds up in the back of the mind
Expected to laugh as if we're all clowns
At the end of the day the pressure mounds
I'm not alone in how I think
Every working stiff knows the drill
You're expected to act as if everyday is a thrill
A smile, a laugh, an act, a quick buck
Those around you really don't give a fuck
We're all clowns whether you like it, or not
That's life, it's not meant to be fun
But t
Aspects AspectsAspects by ~morbidtyrant
My soul floats through verses
Prophetic thoughts in catholic churches
Perception changes until it's nothing but perversions
One look around all I see is coercion
We need to find ways to cause subversion
Acid bath, you receive a full face immersion
The expression on your face, is described as contortion
I accept my life's little karmic abortions
Full blown panic, chaos, death and explosions
Imperialistic minds are now faced with corrosion
Sta.sh
's on "Cypher Modrak" 
