Not My Circus, Not My Monkeys

[Verse 1]
You spin your plates
You light your fuse
You call it fate
I call it choosing abuse
Tightrope talk
Clowns in a line
Painted smiles
All out of time
[Chorus]
Not my circus
Not my monkeys (hear me clear)
I won't bleed for borrowed chaos
Not your fear
Cut the strings
I'm walking out of your funhouse
Not my circus
Not my monkeys
I'm out
[Verse 2]
You sell your storms
Like they're the air
You beg for flames
Then cry that no one cares
Juggling blame
Like broken glass
Every cut
You call it “just a laugh”
[Chorus]
Not my circus
Not my monkeys (get it straight)
I won't dance around your drama
Your decay
Tear the posters from the wall
I'm stepping out
Not my circus
Not my monkeys
I'm out
[Bridge]
You shout
“Stay”
I mouth
“Never”
Your ring of fire
Burns its own tether
I’m not your net
I’m not your tent
I’m the door
And I’m already bent (yeah)
[Chorus]
Not my circus
Not my monkeys
I won’t stay
Every ticket that I bought
I’ve burned away
Keep your ring
Your roar
Your broken little crowd
Not my circus
Not my monkeys
I’m out
Not my circus
Not my monkeys
I’m out

metal, Alt-metal stomp built on drop-tuned guitars and a grinding mid-tempo groove, male vocals shifting from spoken sneer in the verses to raw shouted hooks in the chorus; tom-heavy drums and chug riffs hit in unison, bass snarls underneath with occasional dissonant chords, bridge dips into half-time with whispered gang vocals before exploding back into a final, shouted chorus, alternative metal