It's in the growing In every further sense No pill to make forget The permanent defense This collapsing life In a hard soundtrack All sorrows return Everything stays black
It's in the words In every stupid sound A vote against the fear And it's thrill somehow I am the freak No(thing) good is done Hiding and burning For the circus to play on
It's in the violence In concrete, glass & steel Closer to the walls In silence to kneel Praying and singing At least the hoping for The preacherman is wise And his medium is pure
It's in the challenge The complete incarnation Having the real drugs Perform the provocation I am the clown Releasing and unite The hidden components To get in circus life
It's in the shout The lie absorbing cross Gold as the heart Get all weakness lost Smiling and healing For a better, a correct life Meds taking effect Deceiving all the time
It's in the concept A freezing, gnawing pain The wish to take control Is already here again I am the patient Addicted to my fate To things that make alone For now it's circus date
It's in the habit Everyday and now Signs are almost the same Colours fading out Believing and taking The mask is only yours It's kept just in the minds What's to be longing for
It's in the strength A legacy of change Keep us from the ideals Of the blinded brains I am the sinner Belonging to my turn Make the bible bleed Let the circus burn
