The Circus Of The Tattered And Torn

So now you have seen

Beyond the veil of dreams

You smelled the wounds and touched the scars

Now you have seen

What's hiding underneath

What somehow made us what we are

Now you have seen

This masquerade of freaks

That made you feel alive and whole

Please walk in

The runway and begin

To fool yourself that you are not like us

We're drawn to the weak

The flaws and hopes, so bleak

We seek in others to belong

And though we hide away

In every way we may

To make ourselves more than we really are

We hide humanity

With sexuality

Reflecting someone's rates and tags

We bear conformity

And proudly spit our greed

But only fake performers on this show

A small collection of lies

A display of the memories we hide

Counting the bruises just to see who hurts the most

Dressed in suits and ties

Broken garments with linings made of ice

Fit for the runway on a parade of broken things

An endless parade of broken things

A few tickets now for sale

For those who chase around their tails

Running round and round in circles

Deeply bound to enter in the end

For a simple glimpse or glance

At the circus of the tattered and torn

On and on collecting bruises

For every bad experience

We're hurting more than you

Grab your ticket to watch me suffer

As I'm bleeding dry

Collecting memories

We don't know who we are

Come on, take a seat and just relax

You're right on time

Let your emotions carry you on

So you can leave here with a smile

On and on collecting people

For every one we know

We're feeling more alone

You're just looking for affection

So now we'll start to cry

And now their dreams are shattered

For we earned their trust by pretending to feel their sadness

With words that cut like knives, piercing through layers of excruciating pain

We hide behind promises of growth and glory

Feeding their desires with countless hours of meaningless sex

Feasting on their fear of being lessened and forgotten

The show goes on and on

Never actually trying to fulfill their empty quest for love

Building our stronghold of credentials

Of titles and what we do's

When all we want is to tell them how we feel

What we fear and how we’re hurt

(Never to reach)

Never to reach the self

Unable to feel alive

Craving for just a glimpse

Of something human in you and I