Around and around we go 

Stuck as some sick form of entertainment in this hellish show 

Called life. 

People watch and clap and cheer for the empty corps on the stage to hear 

Its ears still work and eyes do to

But it's hart is mangled as if its been

ripped through 

It stands and smiles and gives a wave 

Only one foot away from falling to its grave 

But hey thats ok its something all kids go through 

The limelight is killing me just as much as it's killing you 

So let's just dance and play our part 

Pretend that we still have a beating heart

As the people in the audience call our suffering art. 

Because that's what it is, isn't it?

Some made up gimmick, a humorous bit?

Nothing serious to this stupid hellish show 

So they let their cheers and laughter grow 

As we stand on stage and play our part

Becoming masters in this deadly

 art