The circus can be deadly. It’s smoke and mirrors; misfits and flames.
It’s the place where tricksters come to play.
They sent me away with a broken wrist and a broken heart.
Now I’m back, with fire burning in my veins.
I live for the pounding drum beats, for the savagery and applause.
The circus calls to my soul. Just like the Tricksters Three.
The ringmaster, the acrobat, and the fire-eater.
My boss, my ex’s brother, and the thief in the shadows.
I don’t trust them for a second, but I’ll play their wicked games.