Sold to the Circus - Distant Deviant Lyrics

The concrete's casted brown
Where water's on the ground
A funhouse mirror face

Rusted metal vents
There's nothing in your hands
The thoughts creep in your mind

What was the intention
To teach them a lesson
What was the intention
To teach them
No one will choose to hear
The water moves
Turns the face to fear
What was the intention
Distant deviant

The wind has ripped the seam
But you already lean
The curtain's not far down

Your breath is cathartic
But the exhale won't stick
Just lean a little more

What was the intention
To teach them a lesson
What was the intention
To teach them
No one will choose to hear
The water moves
Turns the face to fear
What was the intention
Distant deviant

What was the intention
What was the intention
What was the intention
Distant deviant

What was the intention
To teach them a lesson
What was the intention
To teach them
No one will choose to hear
The water moves
Turns the face to fear
What was the intention
Distant deviant