I peek into the hole, I
struggle for control

The children love the
show, but they fail to
see the anguish in my
eyes

Fail to see the anguish
in my eyes

I scratch around the
brim, I let my mind give
in

The crowd begins to
grin, but they seem to
scream when darkness
fills my eyes

Seem to scream when
darkness fills my eyes,
it's no surprise

Fail to see the tragic,
turn it into magic

My big top tricks will
always make you
happy

But we all know the hat
is wearing me

My bag is in the hat, it's
filled with this and that

My vision's getting fat,
the rabbit's just a
monkey in disguise

Stars and pills and
needles dance before
our eyes

They will bite the hand
if it is slower than the
quickness of their
scrutinizing eyes
Fail to see the tragic,
turn it into magic

My big top tricks will
always make you
happy

But we all know the hat
is wearing me

Chicanery will always
make you happy

But we all know the hat
is wearing me