Текст песни Silver Haze - Ебаный клоун

Once, many years ago I played sims
My little man lived a fucking life.

He worked a lot, slept little, did not have a friend and consisted in secret services.

He rarely took the bath, he fed shit and not haughtily

He coming to the club began to get acquainted with the girl and suited in the process of communication.

The image of his life led to the fact that sometimes, taking place in the morning to work, or returning home after her - he sat on the floor and cried.

Then I got up, wiped the tears and continued to do what I did to breakdown.

It all ended everything without.

Once in the entrance, when our hero was preparing lunch, clown came to his house and settled his house until he sat on the floor and crying.

The eban clown came to his life and his ebony house was selected.
It seems to me that this is the saddest and terrible metaphor of depression and its consequences.