I'm leaving steps of hatred
into a realm I do not know.
Where there is nearly nothing sacred
but empty tombs of long ago.
You may cal it "misery"
when it is begging at your feet.
This sweet madness breaks all sadness
as your hope meets its defeat.
Where the hell is the circus?
It was right here just before,
where jesters masked with evil purpose
wore glossy make-up envied by whores.
Can you believe that you aren't dead?
Do you reject all those temptations
summoned by envy and hatred?
Are u alive in those situations?
Are you alive