Nature - Clowns

Draw the map, memorise the plan

We’ll take the back streets

Down to the sand

Reactions automatic

And I suffocate on the social static

‘cos I never wanted to go!

And don’t ask me, ‘cos I already know

And the reaction’s automatic

And I gotta forget myself

You judge what you don’t understand

And judgement’s a gun in your hand

Can’t fight juxtaposition

With my two minds as a weapon

‘cos I never wanted to know

What haunts my mind or taunts my soul

Said or systematic?

I gotta, gotta, gotta forget myself

Monsters don’t just crawl

From under the bed, they don’t lurk round dark corners

They are human like you and me

We don’t like to admit, but we are not all

Just products of our environment

Let the truth rain down and rip you out of a dream

Don’t you know the reality

Is that we are all vermin to sliding degree?

A genetic predisposition

Brought this madness to it’s fruition

Could the sick seed of this plantation

Grow among all of us?