Woorden: Between The Buried And Me. B) Anablephobia.

Clowns now appear
They carrying knives and cups of gasoline
Tonight is our death
Then begin to slash each other
Clowns now appear

They carrying knives and cups of gasoline
Tonight is our death, the skies open up
The flames pour in
The world watched in awe

Mesmerized
The skies open up, the flames pour in
The world watched in awe
Mesmerized, death is in the air

The three adults once again start talking
They ask questions of faith and love
We shall live past these days
Rid of all we've done, I see what they mean now

But the wretched smell has overcome
I am gone, the baby born with the end of the world
Awake, awake, awake, awake

The five of us haven't spoken in hours
Sitting alone to our own thoughts
Only we will know
What strange things boredom has created