Verse 1:
In the kingdom of glitter, where fools wear the crown,
Two jesters were scheming, trying to tear the place down.
One with a forked tongue, venom dressed as charm,
The other with whispers, weaving spells to disarm.
Chorus:
Oh, dance in the circus of lies,
Where the puppets pull strings and truth always dies.
Mythical clowns in a carnival fight,
Morally inept, but they think they’re bright.
Verse 2:
She strutted like a siren, but her song was off-key,
A dragon with no fire, just smoke and debris.
He played the wise owl, but his feathers were fake,
Together they brewed storms that nobody could take.
Bridge:
Call them tricksters, call them jesters,
Lost in their own bad investors.
A pantomime of pride and greed,
Two shadows dancing, planting weeds.
Chorus:
Oh, dance in the circus of lies,
Where the puppets pull strings and truth always dies.
Mythical clowns in a carnival fight,
Morally inept, but they think they’re bright.
Outro:
So let the goblins laugh, let the fairies sneer,
Their empire of nonsense will soon disappear.
Legends remember the fools who fell,
In the silly old kingdom where chaos dwells.
