Circus of Tears
Dancing words, painted masks all passing by
Hazy thoughts, painful thoughts
Thrown past my eyes.
Three rings on the ground
Why don’t you come and give it a try?
Mirrors all around blurred,
a funhouse at best.
Drink of the water, you’ll surely forget
Who you are and what destination you’re trying to get.
And they all say it’s a wondrous place
Full of magic, beauty, and grace.
But you will see such disturbing things
As they single out their prey and kill it instantly.
For once in the show it’s easy to see
That everything is not and is what it seems.
And it’s naught but a nightmare
Inside the inside of a dream.
So I started to wake,
And they tried to stop me
Because I,d truly seen into their reality
But they couldn’t take the power away from me.
Now in the sunlight that all melts away
I’m stronger, they won’t ever hurt me again.
The freedom I won wasn’t just for me
But for everyone trapped in those twisted rings of three.
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