A chuckle in silence, breaks the barrier of sound
Click-Boom, no screams are heard, just the laughter of a clown
Through the dark alleyway, steps a man with no remorse
Holding a corpse, he is the source, of the bullet and it's force
Upon his face, sits paint which would replace, any sign of humanity
Sits a smile full of vanity, speaking softly of his insanity
How can it be? That a clown can kill a woman then be cheerful
Most men would be tearful....but he....isn't even fearful
The body drops cold, from the bold, arms of the clown
Smashing down, there he stands....his face without a frown
Driven by chaos and anarchy, he marches freely to his own beat
Step by step down a lonely street, looking for meat for his knife to greet
You can't cheat against this dealer of cards, he's got a Joker up his sleeve
He'll weave his way through the King's and Queens, all you can do is grieve
Pin-Point his crimes on your graphs, grab the complete police staff
As you search with no evidence....he will stand....he will laugh
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Originally Posted by ...Surgical...
