Harlequin
She's a mirror to the outside world
Prostetic porcelain girl
She appears as a rag doll torn
An honest case
Still born
Tried so hard to make the show
To condemn it all to hell
I guess I will never know
How to diminish the spell
Shrouded in the lucid dream
I will number the dead
You can never escape the clutches
Of my fragile Harlequin
Sweet aftertaste of genocide
Hidden in this stitch
Laced in a smiling frown for me
Advertise innocence
If I knew it'd end like this
There'd be no finger prints
Shrouded in the lucid dream
I will number the dead
You can never escape the clutches
Of my fragile Harlequin
Feeling daunted
I lay defeated
For everyone to see
Shrouded in the lucid dream
I will number the dead
You can never escape the clutches
Of my fragile Harlequin
Take your
Take your
Lobotomy
I know better than to be
I know I'm the last to leave
My shattered Harlequin
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