I must sound like a fucked up crazy clown. My torment, so unnatural.
Stuck here behind my labyrinth.
The guitar sounds heavy. Never reaching the melody.
For if it ever does, here, in our circus.
Why is it that you fall. Why is it that I fall.
Lost, killing to each other.
If you can add to the song, what would you even say.
It seems that our hearts have all slipped away.
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Mooooooorlock!