circus of lunaticsplayin spin the bottle with death and demiserussian roulette but with a fully loaded barrel thinking there was a chance to wingames that only the freaks of the circus playpracticing on the tight ropewhat some call a normal lifebut falling and shattering the masknothing to hide behindbroken and afraidthere was a razor used to cut the tightropebecause no life is normalwe are a circus of lunaticssome entertaining pillsothers alcoholwe all jump through the rings of firefollowing the colourful banners becausethat is the only thing thatisnt black and whitesome dont mind getting burned in the ringthe burn could let us step out of the acteven if just for a minuteit was heavenjust a chance to catch our breathstep out of the rules and regulationsaway from the whips and cattle prodsthey treat us like animalsbut we dont see anything wrongbecause that is how we grew upfollowing their agendadoing their trickswe are the circus of lunatics
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