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Original Fiction: We All Fall - The Drowning Clown

While i'm not yet prepped to unveil one of my

official stories, I do want to share my darker creative de with my fellow Bidites. In April of next year I'll release my second "Coheve" album, a dark, twisted follow up to the progresve "The Beginning" (Which you can actually download right here), which acts as a blueprint to maturity.

Well, Part 2: We All Fall is a return to the bleakest crevices of my mind, and I've opted to share the album lyrics with you all, prior to the album's release. So, to get things started, I offer you the lyrics to one of the finer gems on the album: "The Drowning Clown".



I’m a god of pain, I’m a god of things you don’t ever want to feel okay?

She wrote me a letter, you better believe That every ngle sentence she wrote held letters that bleed I penetrate thee deep with a scalding sword An cauterized every lie that I told before Count mistakes, fountain breaks It’s not the I.V, the eye seams quake I seem fake in a plastic cape

That’s supposed to catch me when I leap from faith

Alone at night, sounds of machines, pound in my dreams A clown done drowned in the sound of my screams King of nothing but isolation, and the pain I bring

Mutations, once emotions That died with my bro and my twisted notions See things through the ruby toned lens All Frank Cross, and what could have been Ghost of life past, put me on blast And showed me a path that I have walked last I regret me a full damn decade Because I turned my back on the ones who accept me

Alone at night, sounds of machines, pound in my dreams A clown done drowned in the sound of my screams King of nothing but isolation, and the pain I bring

What’s it earn me this isolation? Major surgery, no embracing Except her, she’s the one here The one I left down there to choke on her tears What’s it make me, is the ink true? Am I a monster with virus to spread through And through the life that I navigate daily To take the very few who dared to save me

Alone at night, sounds of machines, pound in my dreams A clown done drowned in the sound of my screams King of nothing but isolation, and the pain I bring

I want to rip it out, flawed DNA And replace that with everything I ought to be And I ought to see it’s a hopeless cause I got the chair holed up with a rope in knots Only hope to stop what I’ve been known to start I want to choke till my moans form a piece of art That aint too likely I’m all alone About to leave my work to my modern clone

Alone at night, sounds of machines, pound in my dreams A clown done drowned in the sound of my screams King of nothing but isolation, and the pain I bring

I want to rip it out, I need a new soul Because the one I’ve got is just a black hole I want to rip it out, I need a new soul

That is great and very well written!

i appreciate it - i think the song itself came out amazing - cant wait for it to hit the market

That was great! The words you use have a kind of cadence to them, I can almost hear the rhythm as I read it.