I
peek into the hole, I struggle for control
The
children love the show, but they fail to see the anguish in my eyes
Fail
to see the anguish in my eyes
I
scratch around the brim, I let my mind give in
The
crowd begins to grin, but they seem when darkness fills my eyes
Seem
to scream when darkness fills my eyes, it's not surprise
Fail
to see the tragic, turn it into magic
My
big top tricks will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me
My
bag is in the hat, it's filled with this and that
My
vision's getting fat, the rabbit's just a monkey in disguise
Stars
and pills and needles dance before our ayes
They
will bite the hand if it is slower than the quickness of their scrutinizing eyes
Fail
to see the tragic, turn it into magic
My
big top tricks will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me
Chicanery will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me