My mountains outlast the summer
Father gave us a number
Our very own
All of my friends
All of my so-called brothers
We are dying
We are tired
And if u think that the simple solution
Is retribution please... breathe
Freeze-dried amends
Scalding insinuations
Why am I standing?
Is this my home?
All of my trees
That bend to be heard are missing
Where are the brides?
Why aren't u kissing?
And if u think
I'm apocalyptic
of cold and cryptic
Please... never leave
Hang on
Hang on
Hang on
Little clownz
u might just turn the world around
These are just words
This is my contribution
Unfit for evolution
Silly and pure
There is a sound
Under the darkest winter
I am sure
I rest assured
And if u think
u hear yourself screaming
Feel me dreaming
More... never leave
Hang on
Hang on
Hang on
Little clownz
u might just turn the world around
Hang on
Little Clownz
u might just turn the world around
