Juan Mauricio Schmid Bello - High Clown Lyrics

Taste the ground
Taste the ground
Scream your purest sound
Until you will be found
Cut your flowers now
Will ever come the day?
How to find the way?
It is useless to pretend
When we will be down today
They will wake you up
And bring you down
You have become a thing
Another soulless human being
Paradise means death
Blood runs down my neck
Blood runs down my neck
Trust is far away
When blood runs down my neck
It is all full of clowns
It is the colour of my own
Days are long enough
Living life
In this hot cold sun
From the greatest sky
The greatest height
It has been the worse night
My last fight
They never landed on
The door is closed
Why shall I kill this man?
They all should die
When did my time run out?
If I could only leave this hate
For once

Taste the ground
Taste the ground
Scream your purest sound
Until you will be found
Cut your flowers now
Will ever come the day?
How to find the way?
It is useless to pretend
When we will be down today
They will wake you up
And bring you down
You have become a thing
Another soulless human being
Paradise means death
Blood runs down my neck
Blood runs down my neck
Trust is far away
When blood runs down my neck
It is all full of clowns
It is the colour of my own
Days are long enough
Living life
In this hot cold sun
From the greatest sky
The greatest height
It has been the worse night
My last fight
They never landed on
The door is closed
Why shall I kill this man?
They all should die
When did my time run out?
If I could only leave this hate
For once