Lyrics: Gregory Holgate
Music: Quinlan Stuwe
Stup: Logged in but I don’t remember logging on
World spins, tell me what’s with all the polygons?
Wrong skin, tell me where the heck’s my body gone?
Messed with a headset, have I got the goggles on?
I’m not sure of my face – don’t remember my name
But soon I’m certain to wake - this must be all in my brain
Is this Circ du Soleil? ‘Cause this is flipping insane
Think I’m a bird that is caged inside a video game
Caine: Welcome to our little digital realm!
My, my! I can see you’re just a bit overwhelmed!
Why cry? You’re just bidding bye-bye to your life
High time that you got a better grip of yourself!
Get off the textured floor and see the tent du jour!
You’ve yet to get the tour! – Is there an exit door...?
Zooble: You can forget it…
Jax: – Sure! That’s why we left before
Ragatha: Wow Jax, mature.
Gangle: What did you scare them for?
Stup: This can’t be happening – my sanity’s unravelling
I’m scrambling to snap out of this saccharine imagining
A parrot in a wacky canvas shack packed with mannequins
Kinger: Whoops, don’t crack! Hear the madness they were babbling?
Ragatha: Gosh, I hope they’re okay…
Jax: Relax, Doll… This isn’t even canon.
Gangle: Canon..?
Pomni: What do you mean Canon?
Zooble: He means that right now we exist even less than we usually do.
Pomni: Wha-?
Jax: See?
Kinger: AAGH!
Jax: Hehe, classic…
You’re in a Digital Circus – get back in your seats
It’s the maze in amazing – the trap in trapeze
You know resisting is worthless – so sing to the theme
Enslaved to the stage but the admission is free
You’re tied in a tight rope – prepare for the fun
Your life as a sideshow has barely begun
So smile to the stalls – at faces yet to be found
It’s up to us all to make the merry go round
Stup: No way that I’m taking a fate in this place
Encased in a game on a faded display
Caine: You’re PG indentured!
Stup: – I’m pleading with dentures…
Caine: You need an adventure! Bubble, take it away!
Bubble: - Okay!
New addition to the big-top!
Check the guest list, we can see you’re ticked off
Hit the gift shop – popcorn and a fizz-pop
I spit pretty sick – but you bet it’ll be licked up
Caine: WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?! - Oop! Moving on!
You’ll see, chickadee, this is where you belong!
Why it’s meant to be! Destiny! Endless in entropy!
(Pending indemnities)
Bubble: - Rest of the song!
Caine: You could rack up some points and go and gather the gloinks!
That’s the practical choice - because it’s that or the void!
Ride a slide or hide inside a giant pie or fry some eggs or find the exit
No forget about the exit there’s so much to enjoy!
Slumber parties, monkey bars and underwater bumper cars
A hundred yards of hunting darts or funky bumping lumber yards
Ten assorted tennis courts, a desk to check your credit score
A teleporting exit door and WHOA! HAHA! NEVER MIND!
Stup: It’s a CD-ROM panopticon, and I don’t feel amazement
Incarcerated, caged in outdated edutainment
A CD-I of ceaseless eyes- of fun and game enslavement
Caine: Quit that line of thinking or you’ll END UP IN THE BASEMENT
Stup: What the F*** does that even mean?!
Ooh - accept surrender – to this hellish render - we know
This tent’s forever – best you just get on with the show
Bask in the splendour – get your new adventure and go
Just keep your head up lest you want to end up below
Stup: Show me the door - Send me a sign
Carnival barking and out of my mind
This isn’t fair – at least not that kind
I just wanna roll up, roll up and die...
You’re in a Digital Circus – get back in your seats
It’s the maze in amazing – the trap in trapeze
You know resisting is worthless – so sing to the theme
No hope of escaping – this tent aint for fleas
You’re tied in a tight rope – prepare for the fun
Your life as a sideshow has barely begun
So smile to the stalls – at faces yet to be found
It’s up to us all to make the merry go round
Stup: Living in a theatre isn’t what you’d dream
When you’re caught in a loop in a CG park
Like a video arena by Hideo Kojima
Jumping through hoops for a P.Teeth. Barnham
I’m starting – to lose my grip
As the days start to melt to malaise mayonnaise and they drip
And they pool at my feet and I see the reflection projected that’s meant to be me
But I’ve no recollection of genuine me, I don’t eat, I don’t sleep
It’s just ceaseless, adventure, adventure repeat and repeat
And I need a reprieve – won’t you please let me leave?
But I don’t even know what I’d be if I leave
And they say take it easy and breathe – to release the unease
But I’m clearly abandoned to needlessly random scenes
Where it seems I’m the featured attraction – weeks spent
Pleading and screaming in tandem
Clearly you see that the teeth are the madman?
Each of them speaking to me of abstraction
But they won’t explain what it means when I ask them
But they won’t explain what it means when I ask them
But they won’t explain what it means when I ask them
But they won’t explain what it means-
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAAHHAHA
You’re in a Digital Circus – get back in your seats
It’s the maze in amazing – the trap in trapeze
You know resisting is worthless – so sing to the theme
No lions for taming – it’s you bearing the teeth
You’re tied in a tight rope – prepare for the fun
Your life as a sideshow has barely begun
So smile to the stalls – at faces yet to be found
It’s up to us all to make the merry go round
The merry go round. The merry go round
It’s up to us all to make the merry go round
The merry go round. The merry go round
End up with the fall - or make the merry go round.
Ragatha: Wow, that… That really didn’t take long at all?
Jax: Eh, typical self-insert. Speed-ran the whole arc to fit it into a video.
Zooble: Honestly, I’m just p****d they got to skip the theme song
Gangle: Bu…But I like the theme song…
Kinger: And they didn’t even show me their insect collection!
Pomni: Did Caine sound kind of different to anyone else today..? Or just me..?
Caine: OHOHO! I don’t know what you mean, Pomni! I sounded PERFECTLY normal!
Kinger: Won’t SOMEBODY show me their insect collection?