Madness closing in
I hardly hear the clown
Cold hearts dominate the charts
Fragments of the truth
Holiday inside
Small vacations of the mind
Brains like we balloons
Fighting by the cake
Abstract hope, false pretence
Petrol emotions
Dripping from the roof
Frame the world, hang it on the wall
Into the eyes of God
Dripping colors of the sun
Bleed mother, bleed for me