Look my eyes

Close your mouth

Read my mind

Don't get up

Close the door

Low your head

Keep it on

And get prepared

For the twist of fate

Take your mask and throw it away

I've found myself today

I've found myself again

Don't wanna hear your crap

Ain't gonna get my head

This is another lap

Upon the twist of fate

Go around, hang in there

Sit straight and just get prepared

Close your eyes, lock sitbell

Hold my hand if you feal afraid

" Una vez escuché un chiste: 
Un hombre va al doctor. Dice que está deprimido. Dice que la vida es dura y cruel. Dice que se siente solo en un mundo amenazante. El doctor dice: "El tratamiento es simple. El gran payaso Pagliacci está en la ciudad, da una función esta noche. Vaya a verlo, eso debería alegrarlo." El hombre rompe en llantos. Dice: "Pero doctor... Yo soy Pagliacci." Buen chiste. Todo el mundo ríe. Redoble de tambor. Telón. "


La vida no es nada más que un chiste. Un gran chiste, largo, perverso, cruel y enfermizo. Al final, todos ríen. Y cae el telón. Un chiste. Un gran chiste.

"I heard a joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he’s depressed. Says life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world. Doctor says, “Treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go see him. That should pick you up.” Man bursts into tears. Says, “But doctor… I am Pagliacci.” Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains."