paroles de chanson Sad Clown - Atmosphere

The most important thing is to keep moving
That way they might never catch up to you
I'm gonna have to pack up and be on the move too pretty soon
Where you going?
Nowhere, you wanna come?
We could be back this way in about a month
You said travel anywhere your life takes you

Who is the clown?
Who is the fool?
Which one knows he is slain
And which one is last in the game?

This world ain't a wasteland, just tastes that way sometimes
It depends on the angle on how you read your lines
For every brick we stack to come together to build
There's a sick little crack in this foundation still
Humans, I can't accept them
Trying to understand what fuels them and their essence
I'm looking for some leverage, catch up, trying to catch me
Cursed, depressed, here to make you happy

Hey, daddy, tell me why the clown is crying
Well son, he's got the task of cheering up the ill and dying
On top of that, everybody thinks that he's insane
Can't fathom why he'd wanna ease their pain

Walking through this maze made of concrete walls
When you're not allowed to climb, there's no way to possibly fall
When your hands are restricted to hold nothing but self
How can you get a grip? How can you pick up what you're dealt?

The clown stays sad, the ground stays hard
With a couple pounds of migraine, a pocket full of scars
But the face stays painted on for everyone to gaze upon
Continuing the bad dream 'til he wakes up gone

One for a walk, but always stood (would you help him if you could?)
One for a walk, but always stood (would you help him, if you could)
One for a walk, but always stood (would you help him if you could?)
One for a walk, but always stood (would you help him if you could?)

Do they see me? Do they know that I exist?
I know they do, I can tell by the way they wave their fists
Weirdo, freak
Words of endearment ring in my ears, and cling onto my tears
My purpose on this earth was to brighten the sun-ray
At the circus or parade, house call on a birthday
A bag of balloons, I can build you a farm
But became worthless when they took away both my arms

Snake charms, magic tricks
The world is flat, and the traffic is thick
Got my back to the wind as I watch the inhabitants
Every thought I come across is bigger than this planet is

I used to be a normal person
But I held a hunger to experience it first hand
I wanted to turn every frown upside down
Somehow my feet separated from the ground

And the clown stays sad
The people stay lost, no, the people are sad
We lost the clown
But the face stays painted on for everyone to gaze upon
And it'll stay that way until the break of dawn
So throw your hands in the air

Oh, I'm sorry you can't, you're wearing a straight-jacket