SEND IN MY CLOWNS

    BEAUTIFUL, I MUST ADMIT, THESE SOUNDS, FROM MY DEATH FACE
CLOWNS AROUND ME THEY SIT. I HAVE MADE AN ERROR IN MY CREATION
OF TERROR THAT DOES NOT COME TO FIT. I HAVE MADE YOU MY
CLOWNS, PAINTED SMILES WITH PERMANENT FROWNS, EYES THAT SEE, BUT
ONLY ME, AND MOUTHS THAT SPEAK THE SILENT SOUNDS. I HAVE MADE
YOU MY CLOWNS, A SELECTED FEW OF THE BEST, DISCARD THE BODIES OF
THE REST. YOU ARE THE CLOWNS WHO SURROUND ME WHEN I'M DOWN, TO
MAKE ME LAUGH THE SPIRIT OF GLEE, SEWN EYES OPEN YOU WILL ALWAYS
SEE, MY LOVE FOR YOU STANDS THE TEST. MY CLOWNS, PARADE WITH ME
NOW, KEEP YOUR EYES UPON MY HEIGHTENED BROW. SING YOUR SONGS OF
THE SILENT TONE, CHILLING MY NERVES TO THE VERY BONE. SING FORTH
YOUR ORGANLESS BODIES NOW!
    I HAVE MADE AN ERROR IN MY CREATION OF TERROR, FOR THEY MISS
THE RING LEADER, THE BEARER. ONE MORE CLOWN I MUST CREATE, AND
UPON MY SOUL I WILL SEDATE. BRING MY SOUL TO THE SUDDEN END, AND
BRING FORTH THE CLOWNS WE ALL MUST SEND.