Besedila: Sponge. Rotting Pinata. Neenah Menasha.

To begin but not complete, to sleep but not to wake
To always be lost and to never find the way

No thoughts or memory, no hope or tragedy
A mirror awaits to a reflection of the face
To hit the ground and know the sound, trial by mistake
Deaths of crown we wear around, a smile on a face

They will never hate or lie
They will never break or try
They will never break or cry
They will never wave goodbye

A silence that would not break, loss of a face
The face of a woman that arrives much too late
I break down and she sees the clowns that used to hide away
Death to clowns and all their crowns, a smile on their face

They will never break or cry
They will never hate or lie
They will never say or smile
They will never break or cry

Neenah Menasha will wait
Neenah Menasha
Neenah Menasha will wait

I break down and she sees the clowns I used to hide away
Death to clowns and all their crowns and the smiles on their face

They will never hate or lie
They will never break or try
They will never break or cry
They will never wave goodbye

Neenah Menasha will wait
Neenah Menasha
Neenah Menasha will wait

Neenah Menasha will wait
Neenah Menasha
Neenah Menasha will wait