the image of the world i live in born into to fall into oblivion is one huge arena of illusion and deceit nothing s real not a thing curtain call and the show starts commonness and self laceration against the unceasing unceasing lape of redemption certain call and the show starts commonness and self laceration 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 certain call and the show starts just one tear releases a violent river certain call and the show starts the show starts commonness and self laceration against the unceasing unceasing lape of redemption clowns the masters of disguise are man s prototype my fear of the future increases certain call and the show starts just one tear releases a violent river 