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(hahaha) Silence in the dark,
the paint is on the skin A silent mime of malice where
the nightmare can begin
No voice to warn you,
just a grin of pure design He's drawing out the terror,
crossing every single line
He's standing in the doorway (look away!) He's holding up the blade
And in this house of horror
The monument is made!
Welcome to the cult of Art the Clown!
Where the greasepaint smiles never turn down!
Nothing but a circus of red and white
Screaming in the middle of the night!
(welcome to the show!) Honk the horn of doom,
a bag of tricks in hand The worst display of theater in
this decaying land He does not run,
he only walks behind your back A silent master of a sudden,
dark attack
He's standing in the doorway (look
away!) He's holding up the blade
And in this house of horror The monument is made!
Welcome to the cult
of Art the Clown!
Where the greasepaint smiles never turn down!
Nothing but a circus of red and white Screaming in the middle
of the night! (welcome to the show!)
No sound. No voice.
No breath.
No choice! (shhhhh)
Art
the Clown.
Silence
falls down. (hahaha)