This world is a circus
With strange clowns
They make you laugh
And sometimes frown
You try to look
Through their deception
An existent illusion
A frightening delusion
They smile at you
But they’re covered with a mask
With hatred inside
Engaged in their vile tasks
Your innocent eyes
Can’t catch their lies
They break you apart
Till your spirit dies
The spectators will watch you burn
Until you turn
To a better place
Where even in daze
And lousy haze
No one would harm you
With their naive cold face
All the world's indeed a stage
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Performers and portrayers
Each another's audience
Outside the gilded cage