Circus
Fleesh Lyrics


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Watching each other's lives
From the greatest seat
Going round in a pleasure wheel
You blur the lines between fake and real

Fake walls made of water bricks
Mannequins
Staring right at their phone screens
No more talk, nobody's gonna call you
Picture by picture I took you all out of my wall

Laughing at each other's scars
Karma, drama, solitude
Fake cries, lies, we're all misguided
No ending there, visual effect

Fake windows shutting our vision
Moving through a way of blind superstition
No more true
Everything's under the floor
Now I'm moving,
I'm going through the front door

It's a madhouse, it's a circus
It's a freakshow going in circles
No one to blame, it's just a game
Can you pretend until the end?

Lonely people, so wonderful and fearful
Lonely world, messed up, broken and tearful
We do nothing to make it any better
We keep making
It more and more and more sadder

It's a madhouse, it's a circus
It's a freakshow going in circles




No one to blame, it's just a game
Can you pretend until the end?

Overall Meaning

The song "Circus" by Fleesh is a commentary on modern society and how we live our lives, watching each other from a distance, going round in circles in a pleasure wheel, and blurring the lines between fake and real. The opening line, "Watching each other's lives from the greatest seat," is about how we observe and judge others through social media, while also being watched by others. The pleasure wheel represents the endless cycle of consumption and entertainment that we engage in, distracting us from the reality of our lives.


The song talks about the fake walls made of water bricks and mannequins, representing the false front that we put up on social media to project an image of ourselves to the world. The lyrics "Staring right at their phone screens, no more talk, nobody's gonna call you" highlights how our addiction to technology has caused us to lose touch with real human connection. The line "Picture by picture I took you all out of my wall" is a reference to social media profiles and how we can delete or block people from our online lives.


The chorus of the song repeats that "It's a madhouse, it's a circus, it's a freakshow going in circles, no one to blame, it's just a game, can you pretend until the end?", emphasizing the idea that we are all caught up in this never-ending cycle of consumption and entertainment, with no one to blame but ourselves. The song ends on a melancholic note, with the lyrics "We do nothing to make it any better, we keep making it more and more sadder," highlighting the futility of our current lifestyle and how it is leading us to a path of loneliness and sadness.


Line by Line Meaning

Watching each other's lives
Observing and scrutinizing the existence of others


From the greatest seat
From a position of superiority and privilege


Going round in a pleasure wheel
Trapped in a cycle of fleeting moments of enjoyment


You blur the lines between fake and real
Confusing the boundaries of authenticity and artificiality


Fake walls made of water bricks
Deceptive barriers that can easily be overcome


Mannequins
Emotionless and superficial replicas of human beings


Staring right at their phone screens
Engrossed in digital distractions rather than human interaction


No more talk, nobody's gonna call you
A lack of communication and connection with others


Picture by picture I took you all out of my wall
Removing people from one's life, one image at a time


Laughing at each other's scars
Mocking each other's pain and vulnerability


Karma, drama, solitude
The consequences of one's actions, emotional turmoil, and isolation


Fake cries, lies, we're all misguided
Insincere emotions and dishonesty leading us astray


No ending there, visual effect
A never-ending cycle of superficiality and aesthetics


Fake windows shutting our vision
Artificial constructs obstructing our ability to see the truth


Moving through a way of blind superstition
Navigating life based on irrational beliefs and customs


No more true
The absence of authenticity and genuineness


Everything's under the floor
The hidden and underlying realities beneath the surface


Now I'm moving, I'm going through the front door
Stepping away from the illusions and entering into the unknown


It's a madhouse, it's a circus
Life is chaotic and unpredictable


It's a freakshow going in circles
A bizarre and repetitive spectacle


No one to blame, it's just a game
No single person responsible for the state of things, it's all just a game


Can you pretend until the end?
Can you continue to pretend until the end of it all?


Lonely people, so wonderful and fearful
Individuals who are both magnificent and scared


Lonely world, messed up, broken and tearful
A world that is lonely, destroyed, and sad


We do nothing to make it any better
We take no action to improve the world


We keep making it more and more and more sadder
Each day the world becomes increasingly more depressing




Writer(s): Marcelo Oliveira, Gabriela Vessoni

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