Circus Black

Day and night, no matter where you go They hold the mirror For you to swallow Your pride and honour And there they are staring at you everywhere You go! They are in your head, you are overpowered, They are there like worms eating your guts. Can you stop the clocks? Tick, tick, tock, in your Ears? Stop the spinning of the psycho circus in my mind! They are the voice of the conscience, The voice of attrition, Whispers in your prison. They are there all the time Until you find expiation of your evil deeds! They are in your head, you are overpowered, They are there like worms eating your guts. Can you stop the clocks? Tick, tick, tock, in your Ears? Stop the spinning of the psycho circus in my mind! They are in your head, you are overpowered, They are there like worms eating your guts. Can you stop the clocks? Tick, tick, tock, in your Ears? Stop the spinning of the psycho circus in my mind!