The laughing man,
Running,
Around the globe,
Away from the stench.

The stench of his own.

The laughing man,
Killing,
Destroying.
Heart as black as the moon,
Hiding among a field.

His guise of menace,
This silly masquerade he is putting on,
I can see through.
See through it.

Through his mask,
Stills shines
The soot-darkened gems
Gems of his eyes.

A soft reminder of what he used to be.

The laughing man
Running away
Killing all in sight

When all are dead,
He laughs again.

Now he's the happiest man in the world.