[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