Monday mornings and a bag of I.O.Us

Monday mornings are the worst

Heed the warning of your ego talking back

Feed him lies, get back on track

Stretch the pieces on the carpet, so it's wide for all to see

Is the missing puzzle me?

Underground, this city's on fire

I'm a circus clown, fool on the inside

Thundercloud, the rain is on fire

I'm a circus clown, fool on the inside

Pray and worship grass that grows beneath your feet

Pissing in the wind I breathe

Passively aggressive war of silent hearts

Nothing's left of my ramparts

Leave your halo on the doorstep, so I can make myself a noose

I raise a flag, I call a truce

Underground, this city's on fire

I'm a circus clown, fool on the inside

Thundercloud, the rain is on fire

I'm a circus clown, fool on the inside

Time seems like a distant friend, caught in a mirror

Is the picture losing color or becoming much clearer

To fall apart, I don't know where to start from here

Underground, this city's on fire

I'm a circus clown, fool on the inside

Thundercloud, the rain is on fire

I'm a circus clown, fool on the inside