In the dream I cannot scream My blood begins to freeze I wonder if it sees me From the rusty carousel I cannot move I hear its shoes They squeak among the leaves Again I cannot get away As I relive this Hell And as I awaken There's a sour smell of sweat My heart is racing faster My life is a disaster My panic still accelerates The circus is in town I know to take my life back I will have to kill a clown That noise is haunting me That old calliope It chills my bones I'm cold as stone And then I see my prey That painted smile is fake They're all the same They thrive on pain And as I strangle him Those smirking eyes grow ever dim And now he's doomed to be The first clown hanging from my tree Harlequin tree Your fruit so colourful Ornaments swing for me Harlequin tree Exact my vengeance Clowns are swaying in the breeze I have my suit all made My makeup for my grave And soon I will be free And as a church bell rang I knew soon I would hang From the harlequin tree Nobody ventures there They say there's laughter there More chilling than a scream And haunts you in your dreams And drives you mad And as they cut them down To lay on cursed ground They knew they'd never be free Never to be free From the torment that writhes In their dreams every night From their fate with the Harlequin Tree