I put on the mask, I am perfect, but I am alone. I am very cold; my body is like a doll. I am just a freak; I am just a funny clown. I want to be a perfect; I live in a perfect town.
I take off the mask, I am ugly and I am alone. I am sensitive, I am weak; I do nothing to my growth. I am just a guy, and I am trying to fall down, I want to be ill, I want to play a bad clown.
I was bad, but now I’m good, I’m fine, I’m fine. I won’t apply your fucking throne. I was sad, now I am happy; I’m fine, I’m fine. I want to be ill, I am a clown.