Diary Of A Dope Fiend

I peek into the hole I struggle for control And 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 And the 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 And I know, and I'm coming down 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 My bag is in the hat It's filled with this and that And my visions getting fat The rabbits just a chicken in disguise Stars and pills and meatballs dance before our eyes They will bite the hand, if it is slower than The quickness of there 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 --- Diary of a Dope Fiend - Marilyn Manson