Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the show…

Look around you—

More masks than faces, more knives than smiles…

And they still call this fun.

Step inside the tent, smell of sawdust and smoke,

Everybody laughs loud, but the dagger hides in the cloak.

Painted faces cracking, comedy is just a shell,

Take the mask away, there’s no courage left to tell.

Acrobats of lies, twisting words to stay alive,

They bend, they break, but truth they never face.

Every laugh is hollow, every cheer is just a debt,

A circus full of cowards, dignity they forget.

Clowns, clowns, your show ain’t funny,

Knives in your hands but your hearts feel empty.

I walk in the lion’s cage, eyes unafraid,

While you juggle your shadows, hiding in the parade.

Puppets with no strings, still dancing on command,

Whispers in the dark, but never speaking man to man.

Trapeze of hypocrisy, they stumble when they fly,

And when the fire burns, they’re the first ones to hide.

I don’t wear a mask, no red nose, no disguise,

Don’t need the fake applause, I live with open eyes.

I’d rather hear the roar of a lion when it’s near,

Than the empty giggle of a clown who hides in fear.

Clowns, clowns, your show ain’t funny,

Knives in your hands but your hearts feel empty.

I walk in the lion’s cage, eyes unafraid,

While you juggle your shadows, hiding in the parade.

The lights go dim, the music fades,

Only broken masks left on the stage.

No one’s laughing, no ovation,

A clown with no audience…

is just frustration.

I move through cages, steady steps, steady breath,

While you run in circles, laughing at your own death.

The circus shuts down, the curtain falls low,

Clowns with no roar…

I remain with the lions, and I steal the show.

But in the end, etched in shadows and deceit:

on the corpses of lions… the hyenas eat.