Music: Taketh
Lyrics: Lars

They are all around me
No view free from the terror

The so-called newspapers profits
On already cheap entertainment

Reality shows they call it
But since when must reality be created?
So destructive, this whole idea
Humiliate yourself and you will win fame

And all are part / of the circus
Won't stop as long / as we consume it

In the modern world
We will care about others
For as long as we are separated
By the TV-screen

And all are part / of the circus
Won't stop as long / as we consume it

We excel in analyzing
These human beings that we don't even know