Red-lighted - The Ringmaster

Shadows of the past

Masked in gold and red

A trick of the light nothing more

Broken, we are not one of them

Killers of the new

Marry our moons again

Gala with dull stars

Flung from where we are

The sun is what they’re after

Ooh

We need an escape

Something to blow away

Even those who are ready

With brush trails and rare colour fades

Find a moment to freeze

Kill the room

I’m tired of tools my friend

We, we need an escape

Broken, we are not one of them

Kill the room

Silence the old again

They are not stars

We, we need an escape, we

We, we need an escape, we

Let it die out

A trick of the light, nothing more

Broken, we are not one of them