Saddest clown in space /demo Lyrics

Injecting

Me with all of your old baggage in an effort to protect me

It's ironic it's ironic

You're soul-eating evil

And you're picking at your teeth

You bitch about the needle

That you're sticking into me

It's ironic it's ironic

It's ironic it's ironic

But if I have to burn my eyes to make the people laugh then grab the mace

I'm the saddest clown in space

And if the feeling isn't fodder for the art then it's a waste

I'm the saddest clown in space

And when the mask begins to slip I put it right back in its place

If the feeling isn't fodder for the art then it's a waste

If the feeling isn't fodder for the art it must be fake

I'm the saddest clown in space

I'm inconvenient when I'm imploding input noted

I'm inconvenient as I'm imploding

As my whole system is overloading input noted

You call the professionals

I'm inconvenient as I'm imploding input noted

As my whole system is overloading input noted

You call the professionals

And I'll call myself a poet

I'm inconvenient when I'm imploding