Lyrics of 'Lonesome Clown' by Amadeus Awad

I don't deny
You won't forget
You wonder why
I don't regret

My mental space
Is just a tomb
Wrapped with lace
And thoughts of doom

I entered your mind
And your flesh
And filled your lungs with toxic air
But is it fair to run?

A face that you should
Never see

Was hidden
Both from you and me
I swear I've tried
To burn this corpse but

Death Is Just a feeling
That you're never coming back
It's just a bloated heart
And an empty bed
A room that's full of cries
And screams that drive me mad
If death is just a feeling
Then I am surely dead

My eyes grow dim
When the night comes down
I wear the mask of
A lonesome clown

I lost my crown
And now I am no one

I didn't know it would be late
I thought you'd stay
I hoped you'd wait
The dream is short
My sins still grab
Me by the throat, and

Death Is Just a feeling
That you're never coming back
It's just a bloated heart
And an empty bed
A room that's full of cries
And screams that drive me mad
If death is just a feeling
Then I am surely dead

In your mind
I am a beast, too wild to tame
And you'll cry
When the wind cries my name
I ask you forgiveness
I know you can hear this

I try to smile
But the wounds forever bleed
Down the aisle
I burned the books, denied the creed
I ask you forgiveness
I know you can hear this

Take my hand
Make me dream
Tell me it's not what it seems
Wake me up
Let me in
Empty this heart of the sins
I beg you forgiveness
I know you can hear this

Death Is Just a feeling
That you're never coming back
It's just a bloated heart
And an empty bed
A room that's full of cries
And screams that drive me mad
If death is just a feeling
Then I am surely dead

If I were you I would have run away
And if I were me I would have followed you
But as days slipped through the fabrics of my existence
I came to realize that I was no-one
That everything I know of is an illusion
That I myself am a projection of hundreds of tiny thoughts
That came together by the coincidence of tragedy

That night, I took a pill for every thought
Spilled ink over every little corner of the life
I thought I'd lived
I closed my eyes
Felt the pills invading my veins
Felt the ink filling my lungs
My nerves started to give in
As my sobriety broke down into darkness

The tiny rays of light that danced along the bed sheets
The next day were the alarming revelation
That death is just a feeling
And that what I killed last night wasn't my flesh
But my connection to the surreal skies
I roamed in since the creation of the universe
I was already dead when you touched my face
Death is just a feeling