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 under ground      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