In the twisted carnival of life, we're forced to dance with maniacal delight,
A haunting chorus of love, orchestrating symphonies of shattered light.
No passport can cage, the nomadic souls that we've desperately tried to save,
Easy to shed the skin, of yesterday's worn-out, faded, and forever scarred waves.

We're trapped in the bad games, where pawns are played, lost, and forever slain,
Lies fertilize the gardens of self-doubt, where frostbite eats away our brains.
Golden handcuffs of work's empty praise, suffocate our screams, and stifle our pain,
Our peace is the treasure, we'll never find, forever lost in the labyrinth of our shame.

We're the guardians of creatures, and the believers of shattered dreams,
To be, to breathe, to live, to thrive, is the anthem that our hearts can no longer scream.
In this grand tapestry, we're the threads of our own design, forever torn,
A masterpiece of freedom, where love and joy are forever lost, and horror is forever born.