When the night is descending Under the big top Rays of lights has no ending Songs don’t want to stop. Dancing bears, fast cheetahs Football playing pigs Conjurers these old cheaters Showing their magic tricks.
But, when I wash the make-up from my face I put it on my heart. Losing all my passion, all my grace Like being ripped apart. Minutes of my happiness whizzed by Why is it hard to cross this line! To revive again I have to die Why to be scared of the…
Time when I try to forget… Time when I have to return…
To the world that’s not to live in That will chew and spit me out Where the handmade gods will bind my hands and help me die. Where I try to scratch my living Being at a great discount And for every little miss I have to pay a fine.
But, when I wash the make-up from my face I put it on my heart. To protect it from your pointed gaze From being ripped apart. Minutes of my happiness whizzed by What can I do to make them stay! To revive again I have to die Fear have barred the other…
Way where I could be myself… Way that I could understand…
Things around me seem so bogus Coming here like falling down Falling to the world where words “to live” mean “to pretend”. But this world is not a circus No-one dares to be a clown And abuse is something more then joke of your old friend.
But when the performance is over I wash my face I have to wait Until the night come back.