[Verse 1]

This world ain't a wasteland

It just taste that way some times

It depends on the angle

On how you read your lines

For every brick we stack to come together to build

There's a sick little crack in this foundation still

Humans! I can't accept them

Trying to understand them

And what fuels them and their essence

I'm looking for some leverage

Catch up, trying to catch me

Curse-ed, depress-ed

Here to make you happy

'Hey daddy tell me why the clown is crying.'

'Well son he's got the task of cheering up the ill and dying

On top of that everybody thinks that he's insane

Can't fathom why he'd wanna ease their pain.'

Walking through this maze made of concrete walls

When you're not allowed to climb there's no way to possibly fall

When your hands are restricted to hold nothing but self

How can you get a grip? How can you pick up what you're dealt?

The clown stays sad, the ground stays hard

With a couple pounds of migraine, a pocket full of scars

But the face stays painted on for everyone to gaze upon

Continuing the bad dream till he wakes up gone

Chorus--two voices intertwined

One for a walk, but always stood

Would you help him, if you could

One for a walk, but always stood

Would you help him, if you could

One for a walk, but always stood

Would you help him, if you could

One for a walk, but always stood

Would you help him, if you could

[Verse 2]

Do they see me ? Do they know that I exist ?

I know they do, I can tell by the way they wave their fists

Weirdo, freak, words of endearment ring in my ears

And cling onto my tears

My purpose on this earth was to brighten the sun ray

At the circus or parade, house call on a birthday

A bag of balloons, I can build you a farm

Became worthless when they took away both of my arms

Snake charms, magic tricks

The world is flat and the traffic is thick

Got my back to the wind as I watch the inhabitants

Every thought I come across is bigger than this planet is

I used to be a normal person

But I held a hunger to experience it firsthand

I wanted to turn every frown upside down

Somehow my feet separated from the ground

And the clown stays sad, the people stay lost

Nah, the people are sad, we lost the clown

But the face stays painted on for everyone to gaze upon

And it will stay that way until the break of dawn

So throw your hands in the air!

'Oh, I'm sorry you can't you're wearing a straight jacket.'