My fellows round me up in a frenzy,
secretly noting the measurements for my casket,
the audience watches as I struggle and fall and burst into a round of applause,
I stand up and fix my wig and in a flash I'm back on the floor,
I'm bewildered by how I got here, but the applause drowns my thoughts.
After every show, my bones feel like fragments yet my ego thirsts,
the audience too can't seem to get enough of this act
our hunger for more leaves me fervent at the stake.
I didn't sign up to be a circus act,
I dashed toward the sound of cheers without thought
Reality lingered until I was too deep in the pact
Not knowing what lay ahead, I just hoped to be a good sport,
this might all be a bad dream,
if that's the case, I hope to get shot
I burst out laughing every time I want to scream,
it's all too much, are they oblivious to my grappling?
The cheers now fuel my rage, it's almost a peculiar dream.
I hear my fellows grumbling,
it appears they can't be pacified.
I can't quit this tour now, the silence is inordinately numbing
This show has to live-on till their perpetual thirst is satisfied.
I am a facade of confidence, this clown will make it Broadway.
I live for the attention, it makes me feel electrified.
The makeup fails to conceal my dismay,
when the show draws closer to its end.
The silence is daunting, soon this facade will decay
My thoughts are like a fake friend,
constantly conjuring the past we promised to forget.
Inside I might be drowning but this act will not meet its end!
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 2:26 AM UTC
My fellows round me up in a frenzy,
secretly noting the measurements for my casket,
the audience watches as I struggle and fall and burst into a round of applause,
I stand up and fix my wig and in a flash I'm back on the floor,
I'm bewildered by how I got here, but the applause drowns my thoughts.
After every show, my bones feel like fragments yet my ego thirsts,
the audience too can't seem to get enough of this act
our hunger for more leaves me fervent at the stake.
I didn't sign up to be a circus act,
I dashed toward the sound of cheers without thought
Reality lingered until I was too deep in the pact
Not knowing what lay ahead, I just hoped to be a good sport,
this might all be a bad dream,
if that's the case, I hope to get shot
I burst out laughing every time I want to scream,
it's all too much, are they oblivious to my grappling?
The cheers now fuel my rage, it's almost a peculiar dream.
I hear my fellows grumbling,
it appears they can't be pacified.
I can't quit this tour now, the silence is inordinately numbing
This show has to live-on till their perpetual thirst is satisfied.
I am a facade of confidence, this clown will make it Broadway.
I live for the attention, it makes me feel electrified.
The makeup fails to conceal my dismay,
when the show draws closer to its end.
The silence is daunting, soon this facade will decay
My thoughts are like a fake friend,
constantly conjuring the past we promised to forget.
Inside I might be drowning but this act will not meet its end!
My Hell Their Circus Track 3
