Sad Clown City

They come with there painted faces.
never forgetting a line
They're stuck in tight places.
but say that its all fine.
More cubes of nothing-ness to construct.
hurry, hurry, times running out.
is this world really this fucked?
no, no, I swear its all about..
to turn around, it has too, it must
all those cubes will all just turn to rust.