all the world is dim  according to the harlequin  clamoring within, underneath the skin  of a man recoiling    outside the winter dies down  it’s nearly time to leave this town  you’ll sink until you drown the longer you’re around  until you’re six feet underground    silence, silence the clamor harlequin  silence, silence the clamor  harlequin, where have you been?  you better claim your place    everyone in occupance  who wonders of the valiant crusade  toilsome and docile, doubtful all the while  of a bona fide masquerade     while soldiers call on holy war-like hallelujahs  and pray every single day to the warfare ordinance    oh god, what have we done?  you’ve got to distance the things you can’t erase  oh god, it’s all the same  you better claim your shameless place    these lyrics are submitted by Bluebird Promotions