Diary Of A Dope Fiend

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 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 Now my bag is in the hat, it's filled with this and that My vision's getting fat, the rabbit's just a chicken 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