𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓝𝓮𝓮𝓭

On balanced ground

How fruitful the sound

Now usually,

This ain’t how I get down

But I want you around

So I can show the town

That real men do exist

We’re just so accustomed to clowns