Ringmaster

Where is the place I used to know?
All the dreams and illusions
Hiding behind these story’s you’re given,
In the womb of the lies we live

The slumber of ignorance,
Or consciousness of indifference
With the compliance of sheep,
We carry on to the piper’s tune

I want to see the light,
But then again maybe I don’t
Truth can shatter illusions,
Whose bliss is always obtuse

So I feel used,
Like some cheap carney trick
I sense what will happen,
But still I play the game

What else do I have?
Can one voice be heard?
Over the refrain of so many,
Whose muted bray completes the chorus

The blood is real,
The illusions are not
As the ringmaster directs,
His flock to the slaughter