Harlequin

All the world is dim
 According to the harlequin
 Clamoring within, underneath the skin
 Of a man recoiling
 Outside the winter dies down
 It's nearly time to leave this town
 You'll sink until you drown the longer you're around
 Until you're six feet underground
 Silence, silence the clamor harlequin
 Silence, silence the clamor
 Harlequin, where have you been?
 You better claim your place
 Everyone in occupance
 Who wonders of the valiant crusade
 Toilsome and docile, doubtful all the while
 Of a bona fide masquerade
 While soldiers call on holy war-like hallelujahs
 And pray every single day to the warfare ordinance
 Oh god, what have we done?
 You've got to distance the things you can't erase
 Oh god, it's all the same
 You better claim your shameless place