can you hear, the kettle drum is beating
bright lights and colours so shiny
golden things that we recalled
are reflected on the concrete walls
oh, kids, they love the posters
cold face, reddish nose and dark eyebrows
can you hear the themesong of the shiny trumpets?
it's compelling the woods to the right form
and in the light of the carnival
mountebanks patrol
and with the cloak of menial
are forcing you to fold
and clowns dressed as vendors
are pitching their tone
break this scene, this wasn't meant to be way too creepy
when will the curtains close?
such a satisfied crowd
with no doubts
take this mask, I don't want to be part of this act
why won't the curtains close?
oh, where will we be
when there's no one to lead?