(Verse 1)
Mirror, mirror, painted glass,
Which of us is going to last?
Powdered white and bleeding red,
Two cold voices in one head.
Squeaky shoes on fractured tiles,
One cries out, one only smiles,
Underneath the wig and grin—
Something’s scratching from within.
(Pre-Chorus)
Hear the carnival organ bending in key,
One plays for you, one plays for me,
Spotlight flickers, curtain drawn—
Which of us will greet the dawn?
(Chorus)
Smile wide… or let it fall,
I can hear the other call,
One wants mercy, one wants it all,
Teetering on the carnival wall.
Paint it joy or paint it dread,
Halo bright or horns instead,
When the circus comes to town—
Who will really wear the crown?
(Verse 2)
Balloon animals twist and fight,
Shadows arguing in the light,
Confetti like a snowfall slow,
Covering the guilt below.
Juggling knives above the stage,
One feels sorrow, one feels rage,
Every laugh a fraying thread—
“Spare them now.”
“No—paint them red.”
(Pre-Chorus)
Hear the carousel start to divide,
Wooden horses pick a side,
Round and round the music sways—
Lost inside the funhouse maze.
(Chorus)
Smile wide… hold the line,
Which reflection’s really mine?
One tastes salt, one tastes wine,
Both are breathing down my spine.
Greasepaint cracks, the truth is found,
Footsteps echo underground,
When the circus comes to town—
Only one walks out.
(Bridge – whispered argument rap)
“Take off the mask.”
“No, wear it tight.”
“They’re still human.”
“They’re prey tonight.”
“We can stop.”
“We’ve just begun.”
“We are two.”
“We are one.”
(Break – building)
Tightrope trembling over screams,
Splitting seams and splitting dreams,
Spotlight swinging left to right—
Choose the dark or choose the light.
(Final Chorus – intense)
Smile wide—split in two,
I don’t know which voice is true,
Red balloon or morning dew,
Bloodshot eyes or sky so blue.
Paint me savior, paint me clown,
Lift me up or drag me down,
When the circus comes to town—
Will I rule…
Or will I drown?
DahliaEvren