I quit the circus to pursue bright lights-
Sadly, my brain didn't get the memo.
I'm still struggling to drown the circus
music.
My former audience keep looking at me
longingly,
hoping their pitiful looks draw me back
to the arena.
I quit the circus to pursue bright lights-
But my past is hot on my tail.
My psychic told me to trust the process-
But I trust that she needs a psychic
herself-
to foretell what shall be of her if this "process"
betrays my trust.
I quit the circus to pursue bright lights-
I'm terrified I'll make it, Murphy said it
works best that way.
I already picture
myself in the big leagues,
This vivid mirage affords me a
temporary solace.
I quit the circus to pursue bright lights-
but the nostalgia is culling my joy.
The crowd here isn't as responsive,
they just stare at me with dead eyes-
Silently demanding me to lose my fickle
hope.
I quit the circus to pursue bright lights-
'I was blinded by the lights', is what I'll
say if I crash.
I'm not anticipating it but
the signs are showing.
I plan to sell my dreams at the big
stage-
they'll have no choice but to listen!
Is this my big break?
Is this how I finally heal?
I quit the circus to pursue bright lights-
but my vision is obscured from this
cell.
In my defense, I tried escaping.
The facade of freedom was just too enticing.
Who can blame me? I am, after all the
subject of my docket.
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 2:33 AM UTC
I quit the circus to pursue bright lights-
Sadly, my brain didn't get the memo.
I'm still struggling to drown the circus
music.
My former audience keep looking at me
longingly,
hoping their pitiful looks draw me back
to the arena.
I quit the circus to pursue bright lights-
But my past is hot on my tail.
My psychic told me to trust the process-
But I trust that she needs a psychic
herself-
to foretell what shall be of her if this "process"
betrays my trust.
I quit the circus to pursue bright lights-
I'm terrified I'll make it, Murphy said it
works best that way.
I already picture
myself in the big leagues,
This vivid mirage affords me a
temporary solace.
I quit the circus to pursue bright lights-
but the nostalgia is culling my joy.
The crowd here isn't as responsive,
they just stare at me with dead eyes-
Silently demanding me to lose my fickle
hope.
I quit the circus to pursue bright lights-
'I was blinded by the lights', is what I'll
say if I crash.
I'm not anticipating it but
the signs are showing.
I plan to sell my dreams at the big
stage-
they'll have no choice but to listen!
Is this my big break?
Is this how I finally heal?
I quit the circus to pursue bright lights-
but my vision is obscured from this
cell.
In my defense, I tried escaping.
The facade of freedom was just too enticing.
Who can blame me? I am, after all the
subject of my docket.
My Hell Their Circus Track 4
