An unlucky person wandering, a wavering worn-out rope bridge. Strangers say what they like about me, shackled privacy
Swinging rat a tat so much interesting content and players treated like they’re disposable
The consumption and its speed only increasing
Whatever, the half-assed ones get weeded out first
Most people fade without realizing their dreams
Self-hypnotize again today to become your ideal being
Decorated with photoshop and illustrations, you’re a star too
Fake it till you make it, I’m gonna be alright
I don’t mean to pretend, but I’ve started to be nice on the outside. That’s the fake me
Temporarily pretending to clown around, and writhing before you know it
Wandering into a maze of extremes before figuring out the goal
Who the fxxk!? Who are you?
A buried piece of junk can turn the tables, Whatever
Not all content are hits
If everyone compliments me, I’ll feel good and make a new story
Good bye, bygone days I’ll be rewarded one day
Even if I create a gem, if I have no name to give
No one know who made it, and it gets lost in the static
So I say my name again today
One by one they get bored, another toy is found
Poisoned by illusion
I don’t mean to pretend, but I’ve started to be nice on the outside. That’s the fake me
Temporarily pretending to clown around, and writhing before you know it
Wandering into a maze of extremes before figuring out the goal
The thing I wanna do becomes the thing I need to do
And I accept that, how pathetic
Still captured by adoration, standing still in the Tender rain
Dancing with a forced positivity, I’m Breaking down
A world where even pure-hearted dreamers like you would instantly get depressed is approaching
What a wonderful thing, dry laughs and cynicalism
People’s eyes are cameras nowadays, lotta blowhards who stay anonymous
The whole world’s a freak show
Dox, make fun of, spread this and that, Virtual overhunting
Don’t wanna be the target, so I hermitize like a kangaroo
Even then society drags me out and doxes me, like a 27/7/365 circus
In the distance, someone laughs from a safe place, the nobodies say what they like
Good luck, Clown… I express my ideas against biased thoughts
Gonna mosh at a high speed and get flung around by prejudice Bang!
Whether I release my content and regret it or not, set sail to a faraway land
Uncertain hope whispers to me, irresponsible voices convince me to act
I don’t mean to pretend, but I’ve started to be nice on the outside. That’s the fake me
Temporarily pretending to clown around, and writhing before you know it
Wandering into a maze of extremes before figuring out the goal
The thing I wanted to do robbed me of so much
There are too many things I treasure to count
I’m called a clown now, forced grins make me feel ridiculous
Twisted as usual, so I start Breaking down
Smirk ehehe hahaha (Good luck, Clown)
Hiding in the back (Good luck, Clown)
The frustration has nowhere to go
Listen up to the sirens and emergency calls from within
Scared of people getting tired of me and being forgotten
This is the grave of clowns, creepy laughter reverberates
Breaking down