In today's world a circus unfolds. 
With laughter and chaos the story is told.  

Each street a tightrope.  wobbly and thin. 
Where shadows of dreams and despair intertwine.  

We wander through neighborhoods Lost in a haze,  
Where the cobra dances in a hypnotic maze.  

The pipes play their tune a haunting refrain. 
Drawing us closer to the edge of our pain.  

Fangs clutched in our hands silent yet bold. 
No rattle or growl just the silence of gold.  

A whisper...