The circus day never lacks
of figures dipped in the muck
a hundrend eyes on you..
you got a boner
The picture vault always there
haunted proof that you're scared
oh you want to get out..
the doors ain't open
Among the lies,among the traps
among the mirrors that you smash to get away..
Forgotten qualms,fire thumbs
pointing you in a trance..you got a maze..
the story is over..