Fool Songtext
von Nicholas Shaw

Monday mornings and a bag of I.O.Us
Monday mornings are the worst
Heed the warning of your ego talking back
Feed him lies, get back on track
Stretch the pieces on the carpet, so it′s wide for all to see
Is the missing puzzle me?

Underground, this city's on fire
I′m a circus clown, fool on the inside
Thundercloud, the rain is on fire
I'm a circus clown, fool on the inside


Pray and worship grass that grows beneath your feet
Pissing in the wind I breathe
Passively aggressive war of silent hearts
Nothing's left of my ramparts
Leave your halo on the doorstep, so I can make myself a noose
I raise a flag, I call a truce

Underground, this city′s on fire
I′m a circus clown, fool on the inside
Thundercloud, the rain is on fire
I'm a circus clown, fool on the inside

Time seems like a distant friend, caught in a mirror
Is the picture losing color or becoming much clearer
To fall apart, I don′t know where to start from here

Underground, this city's on fire
I′m a circus clown, fool on the inside
Thundercloud, the rain is on fire
I'm a circus clown, fool on the inside