Born into to fall into oblivion
Is the huge arena of illusion and deceit
Nothing's real
Not a thing curtain call and the show starts
Commonness and self-leceration against the unceasing
Lape of redemption - Clowns
The masters of disguise
Are man's prototype my fear of the future increases
This arena is crowded with clowns
Curtain call and the show starts
Just one tear releases a violent river
