[Verse 1]

It's not difficult to satisfy the virgin

So it's sad to find the freak weak and battered by insurgents

Impertinent murders turned to blaspheme-ize the merches

Alas, the line is bleak, see them cast aside the purpose

It hurts to see the leak seamed and plastered by inert-ness

But that's the kind of speaks been in masterminded circus

Clowns pounding balls, stall and bastardize alertness

Laughing while they steam clean and pasteurize the lurking

The Bubble bursters nurtured to a lurching con encampment

Cursed birth's worth's been shot from a cannon

Lost in the mannequin grannies get the ramekins

Cornered under ladders, mad hatters can't handle it

Spanning a gram, but it rams ham canyons

Lannister can't stand mans grand "granite"

Mood lost appetite

Sad-ass "masterminds" bind to the rind, but can't find the way candid

[Hook]

In a circus

I'm going down to the circus

In a circus

It's gone down to a circus

[Verse 2]

I gravitate from leeches who impart no common knowledge

To a mesmerizing semi full of cards upon the college

A near-unpolished robber or a scholar-god-impala

I would tend to say the latter had the better odds to garner

If I'm honest

Doesn't help the robber stop the robbing

It also doesn't help that every other god's impoverished

Or they seem to be

Knee-deep in slobber, often costing

A couple hundred dollars or a plot line with coffins

Offline "bops" got top 5 demolished

Its lawless. Clocks stopped off-time of promise

Confined and braless, I've processed a bombing

Cheese curds burn with the broth, climb and frolic

Die honest, dissipating black-dyed mollusc

Eyes fixed to a point that anoints live chronic

Why? Not sure, not prime target

Pneumonic death caught left side, find solace

[Hook]

In a circus

I'm going down to the circus

In a circus

It's gone down to a circus