Lyric

The clown is coming don't you see

His painted smile haunting me

A shadow long his steps so near

He whispers softly can you hear

He passes by the same old way

A twisted grin that wants to play

Red shoes tapping echo loud

He hides his face within the crowd

The clown is watching every move

A silent game no need to prove

Behind your back he waits to creep

His laughter lingers while you sleep

The streetlight flickers in the night

A silhouette that's full of fright

He dances slow beneath the moon

A chilling tune that hums your doom

His eyes are hollow pools of dread

A circus ghost inside your head

The painted tears that never dry

They trace the truth of every lie

The clown is watching every move

A silent game no need to prove

Behind your back he waits to creep

His laughter lingers while you sleep