Timebomb - Kaipa

This is not a circus, this is for real

In the eyes of the tiger, our own fear we feel

Looking out the window, a rainstorm rolling in

It turns into a wide-screen, of hatred, anger and screams

This is not a real clown, this man is made of steel

From the bottom of his cold eyes, a timebomb can be seen

He’s acting like a father, but behaving like a boy

He leads us to destruction, and it brings him power and joy

We don’t wanna watch these stunts

Bouncing through the air

Dancing on our square

Perform another turn

This is not a fair game;

it’s getting out of hand

He’s sending out our children, to fight in a foreign land

Looking for a scapegoat, the circus leaves another town

Set out to fight the Terror, but it mirrors it just the same!

Bleeding on a wide-screen and into our minds

A fertilized reality, there is no chance to rewind

We’re all driving on a highway and the accelerator’s locked

In the firm grip of a joker, such a madman and a clown

We don’t wanna watch these stunts…

Bouncing through the air

Dancing on our square

Perform another turn

We don’t wanna feel this dread

Churn up this raging storm

Another sacrifice

For a clown covered with lies

Another sacrifice

They keep bleeding through the walls

All the numbers and the names

A clown that never fails

Leaving misery in his trail

Black as oil this game

Black as oil this game

Black as oil this game

It’s as black as oil this game

Take the prophecies for real

This is how we’ve come to feel

Just let the circus leave our world

Just let the circus leave our world

Just let the circus leave our world