Face paint makes our show that of inkblots.
Tossing sabers and fire, talent burns the grass bare
As we are behind circus curtains clandestine.
Overtime, every pore erupts in sweat and betrayal.
Our work trains us for the liaisons and
the battlefield stretches into our sleep.
But we all know that the best entertainment has
A lamb of sacrifice.
[Act out every last goodbye]
