All the world is dim According to the harlequin Clamoring within, underneath the skin Of a man recoiling Outside the winter dies down It's nearly time to leave this town You'll sink until you drown the longer you're around Until you're six feet underground Silence, silence the clamor harlequin Silence, silence the clamor Harlequin, where have you been? You better claim your place
Everyone in occupance Who wonders of the valiant crusade Toilsome and docile, doubtful all the while Of a bona fide masquerade While soldiers call on holy war-like hallelujahs And pray every single day to the warfare ordinance Oh god, what have we done? You've got to distance the things you can't erase Oh god, it's all the same You better claim your shameless place