This is not a circus, this is for real
In the eyes of the tiger, our own fear we feel
Looking out the window, a rainstorm rolling in
It turns into a wide-screen, of hatred, anger and screams

This is not a real clown, this man is made of steel
From the bottom of his cold eyes, a timebomb can be seen
He’s acting like a father, but behaving like a boy
He leads us to destruction, and it brings him power and joy

We don’t wanna watch these stunts
Bouncing through the air
Dancing on our square
Perform another turn

This is not a fair game; it's getting out of hand
He's sending out our children, to fight in a foreign land
Looking for a scapegoat, the circus leaves another town
Set out to fight the Terror, but it mirrors it just the same!!

Bleeding on a wide-screen and into our minds
A fertilized reality, there is no chance to rewind
We’re all driving on a highway and the accelerator’s locked
In the firm grip of a joker, such a madman and a clown

We don’t wanna watch these stunts…
Bouncing through the air
Dancing on our square
Perform another turn
We don’t wanna feel this dread
Churn up this raging storm
Another sacrifice
For a clown covered with lies
Another sacrifice

They keep bleeding through the walls
All the numbers and the names
A clown that never fails
Leaving misery in his trail

Black as oil this game
Black as oil this game
Black as oil this game
It's as black as oil this game
Take the prophecies for real
This is how we've come to feel
Just let the circus leave our world
Just let the circus leave our world
Just let the circus leave our world

Copyright Kaipa , 2005