Circus #4

Rotting flesh falls of rotting faces

Faces are covered in tears

Tears sizzle on the burns

Burns bite into our skin

Skin is a horrid thing to look at, especially when it's ours

Our bodies are deformed

Deformed by horrible people

People who stole us from our families

Families are a thing of the past

The past cannot return

Returning home is impossible

Is it also impossible to live a normal life?

Life is a punishment, we desperately want to die

To die is a mercy

But then who would run the show?

The show must go on

The show must go on

The show must go on

The show must go on here at circus #4

So we live on

But it's not really living

Do you want to stay and see?