I saw her in the nights,
madness is my friend,
and she was bringing
in the burnt eyes,
mach more than she should.
And she told me stories,
about fun and clowns of dust,
which were dissolving
in the tremors of your body.
And from the limits of your life,
narrowing in every dose
in every friend, in every corner,
a damned child.
I saw more than power,
rejection, deception, contortion,
and she told me stories,
about fun and clowns of dust.
Despair.
Clowns of dust,
clowns...
Clowns... of... dust!
