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.