Mixed races in different shapes
Fine artists, experts in their own topics
But never really united.
Debates about who's right
Contestants set on a podium
And winners put on a pedestal.
No hard feelings, they said
It's just fun and games
Comedy corner indeed.
Who's the owner of this circus
Who set a killer clown on the loose?
People made to juggle between life and death
Like a roaring tiger that has lost its freedom
But fangs are showing as a sign of warning.
We're jumping through the flames, getting burnt
Our extinguishers already out of foam.
Such a colorful performance, actors being humans
Even animals are watching how we're marching to our doom
That's what i call a real zoo.
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 3:22 AM UTC
Mixed races in different shapes
Fine artists, experts in their own topics
But never really united.
Debates about who's right
Contestants set on a podium
And winners put on a pedestal.
No hard feelings, they said
It's just fun and games
Comedy corner indeed.
Who's the owner of this circus
Who set a killer clown on the loose?
People made to juggle between life and death
Like a roaring tiger that has lost its freedom
But fangs are showing as a sign of warning.
We're jumping through the flames, getting burnt
Our extinguishers already out of foam.
Such a colorful performance, actors being humans
Even animals are watching how we're marching to our doom
That's what i call a real zoo.
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