Is it that somebody
May inflict me
With their recycled love
Deceiving every query
To never escape this place
Looking guilt in the face
Coming back around
On a carousel
In this fairground
The deceit will not blind my eyes
As I stare at the ground
What is a puppet
Without its master
Have you ever thought to consider
A life that is not governed
Lead by a superficial cunt
Beginning every potent sentence with hereafter
Concealing every one of those possible queries
With an illusory plaster
This fairground will never be forgotten about
And when the time comes
You won’t remember leaving
After all, it’s just another day
In all that may hurt us
Welcome to this circus
We hope you enjoy your play