It'S Not A Clown

1, 2, 3, 4

Clock keeps ticking
Time keeps passing
Wonder if the thought's
Worth asking
It's been several weekends now
Since I tore your eyelids out

Can you see me
Do you notice
If you're breathing
Will you focus
I need your attention now
Or I burn this whole house down

1, 2, 3, 4
When I speak
You're not reacting
Could it be
The torture racking
I keep all your limbs cuffed now
Insurance that you won't run out

Why'd you do this
Why'd you make me
All your bullshit
Makes me crazy
There's nothing I would rather do
Than inflict my hurt on you

It feels so good to be mean
I must be possessed right now
I'm loving your suffering, yeah
What goes 'round comes back around
And if you didn't think I had it in me to tear you down
Now we both know it's not a clown

Your behavior
Will get better
Nonetheless
I'll keep you fettered
In the stocks your head hangs down
A chopping block's the final round

Are you nervous
Can you feel me
If it hurts
It might be bleeding
A bodice made of your ribs sound
Like just the hug I need right now

Ahahahahahaha, why the long face

If you didn't think I had it in me to tear you down
Now we both know the darkness in me is not a clown

It feels so good
To be mean
I must be possessed right now
Loving your suffering, oh yeah
You spin me right 'round, baby
Right 'round like a record, baby

What goes around 'round
Comes-a back around 'round
(Whoa)
What goes around 'round
Comes-a back around 'round
(Whoa)
What goes around 'round
Comes-a back around 'round
(Whoa)
What goes around 'round
Comes-a back around 'round
(Whoa)

What goes around 'round
Comes-a back around 'round
(Whoa)
What goes around 'round
Comes-a back around 'round
(Whoa)
What goes around 'round
Comes-a back around 'round
(Whoa)
What goes around 'round
Comes-a back around 'round
(Whoa)

This song is so weird