Testo Circus Black

Day and night, no matter where you go
They hold the mirror
For you to swallow, you point another
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
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