Inside out


I hear scream of paranoia

Which is creeping everywhere

Sensing fear like felled sequoia,

Giant that’s falling through the air


I was rich but had no money

Owning world, I was a beggar

That was truth and was not funny

Falling down the social ladder


Every night it makes me crying

Darkness hiding place’s not giving

So I’m scared this sound of dying

And no way to move for living


Even silence whispers me

Makes my soul slowly die

„Hopeless clown – all I see”

Frightening words and I …


…need no mirror to believe

Faith is all what must go on

Set my senses to receive

Lonely voice of crying stone:


There’s only one way down

Choose direction to real life

No one help you my dear clown

You must die to try survive!


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