They have me walking on a tightrope without a net.
A circus act with a morbid twist.
An act, a freak, a laugh.
All I seem to be is the pun of some inside joke-
A joke that spreads like a wildfire and everyone seem to know it but me.
Every time I start to slip I can hear their laughter like the background to a broken soundtrack
Constantly on r-r-r-re-re-repeat
As I finally start to take another step, I can hear the tigers' roar as the circle under me
If I slip I know all i'll do is plummet to the stone floor,
A place I don't want to be but I know I might slip
I can hear the laughter of the clowns, their skit trumping my balance.
The BOOM of a cannon and I slip
Down and down I go
The ring master knows
A circus act-
With a morbid end.
