D. J. Beattie - The Circus lyrics

In their circus of hate and delusion A black big top smothers the soul Where joy is unable to enter And d**h is their one worthy goal Feral children prowl in the darkness Where respect is fear in the eyes And God is the flash from a muzzle And a thrill when another one dies No master showing safe pa**age The beasts lie in wait for the prey The carnage continues unending Salty tears are shed night and day It's a war with no end or beginning Nothing to be gained only lost The k**ers are merely young children While Jesus sobs up on their cross Innocence is lost to the deluge It's been carried away by the flood Without any real understanding To be buried in the mire and blood It's a fall from the heights of denial To fly without God as the net The future that we are creating Will look to the past and forget