Elements of Dysfunction - Ringmasters Back

Crooked crowns and shattered glass,
Every nightmare comes to pass.
Fire breath and twisted grins, every demon stepping in.
Marching boots in neon lines, clockwork hearts out of time.
Hear the crowd begin to scream; nothing here is what it seems.
Who runs the show?
Who runs the show?
The Ringmaster!
The Ringmaster!
The Ringmaster!
Is back!
The Ringmaster is back, the Ringmaster again.