Splot

Clowns are dancing everywhere
Throwing knives like they just don't care
Tristers dancing in the streets
Collecting all the children to eat
Empty villages all around
No more humans can be found

Isolation
Will bring us down
Desolation
Frozen in the ground

The dead of night are walking the streets
Their handkerchiefs are on their faces
Empty ghost town looks like clowns
Living now with that evil frown
One by one they take us down
Seven years don't make a sound

Rational for the population
Kill all the world's nations
Eating plastic to survive
Future cries genocide

Isolation
Will bring us down
Desolation
Frozen in the ground
Separation
Has no form
Recreation
Will be the norm

Rational for the population
Kill all the world's nations
Eating plastic to survive
Future cries genocide