The clown

The red balloon is arising!

he is always watching

all our friends are dying.

Don’t worry I'm always watching

don’t know when he’s going to make the move

always wanting our heads

just gotta get into the groove

pay attention don’t wanna be dead


looking over my shoulder

I think he’s inside

I think he’s touching me; it's getting colder

I can feel his teeth sinking in

All I know now is its only down under from here on in

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