Herman Fooler’s circus

(Verse 1) The wheels creak loud, the wind howls through the wires, A tent rolls in on bones of lost desires. No one knows where it came, no one knows why, But everyone hears that grinding, hollow cry. Posters with no dates, with no names, no words at all, Just the scent of old sins drifting down the hall. A ticket made of foil, it glimmers dull and cold, And whispers in the crowd: “Don’t go inside, don’t look.” (Chorus) The Circus of All That’s Unsettled—step across the line, Here reality’s a thin and fractured ice, so fine. Herman Fuller cracks the whip inside the dark, “Smile, my friend, while you still can, don’t go stark.” The Circus of All That’s Unsettled—laughter and a shiver, Each act is someone’s pain, delivered as a gift, forever. Watch and don’t blink—or you will never see, That now you’re part of this unholy show, so free. (Verse 2) On the ring, a dancer with no face at all, A clown who cries in ink instead of tears, that’s all. Black cotton candy, darker than a starless night, One bite will steal your voice and steal your light. The acrobats hang in the void with no net, no rest, As if the silence itself holds them to this test. Somewhere in a wagon, behind a rusted door, Someone whispers low: “We’re not here by choice, I’m sure.” (Chorus) The Circus of All That’s Unsettled—step across the line, Here reality’s a thin and fractured ice, so fine. Herman Fuller cracks the whip inside the dark, “Smile, my friend, while you still can, don’t go stark.” The Circus of All That’s Unsettled—laughter and a shiver, Each act is someone’s pain, delivered as a gift, forever. Watch and don’t blink—or you will never see, That now you’re part of this unholy show, so free. (Bridge) But one day the spotlights will go out, just like that, And the whip will fall from tired hands, with no turning back. Beneath the clown’s mask, there’s only weary eyes, And someone softly says: “It’s over. Time to say goodbye.” (Verse 3) Now Icky runs the circus, and the light is just a bit kinder, But the scent of dread still lingers, hanging heavy in the air, slender. This place where the strange become the ones you call your own, Where pain is turned to art, but never left to stand alone. The wagons will roll away again when dawn begins to break, Leaving only shadows on the wet and empty pavement’s wake. (Outro) The Circus of All That’s Unsettled… It fades like a dream. But if you hear the wheels creak in the dead of night, You know it’s back again. It’s closer than it seems.