I tried to walk the thin line between you and this crime.

I'm not an acrobat, but i am forced to balance on these swinging vines,

The best act is yet to come, when i am faced with the lion of love.

This is your circus, and i am your clown. You drag me with you all over town.

You set up your tent with stripes of red and white, and make me perform til the end of the night.

I try to escape into the crowd to leave this ring of horrors.

But you find me some how, and bring me back to your quarters,

Only only thing can help my soul i scream, is if i find out this is a horrible dream!

This is your circus, and i am your clown. You drag me with you all over town.

You set up your tent with stripes of red and white, and make me perform til the end of the night.

You pull me in! You push me out. Onto the stage! and into the sound. Never before! has this been a thing.

This is your circus, and i am your clown. You drag me with you all over town.

You set up your tent with stripes of red and white, and make me perform til the end of the night.

And make me perform til the end of the. . . . . night.