School Circus

Run to here
far from the depths of despair
if your mind is broken
it's beyond repair.

All clowns, carnies,
freaks, geeks,
the dumb and the bums,
the insane.
Come one come all to the show.
Watch us suffer inside -
the torture chamber that feels like a thousand knives a millimetres from your skull
because you can't move an inch -

you scream
you scream
you scream
you scream.

Laugh at me oh wretched beasts
as you see my sanity decrease
to a puddle of nothing
because the circus is a juicer and my mind is an apple
squeezing, pulverizing, crushing
until all that remains is something insane.

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