(Verse 1)
A nation draped in stripes, with freedom's anthem sung,
But beneath the painted smiles, a different tune is hummed.
Red donkeys bray, blue elephants trumpet loud and long,
Yet behind the circus tents, the same old power clings on.

(Chorus)
The Circus of Colors, a show for one and all,
Where puppets dance on strings, and giants rise to fall.
They trade the stage for years, in this grand, deceitful spree,
While the puppeteers remain, veiled in anonymity.

(Verse 2)
We cast our votes like coins, tossed in a wishing well,
Hoping for a better life, a story they can tell.
But the winners, preordained, by whispers in the night,
Maintain the status quo, cloaked in their borrowed light.

(Chorus)
The Circus of Colors, a show for one and all,
Where puppets dance on strings, and giants rise to fall.
They trade the stage for years, in this grand, deceitful spree,
While the puppeteers remain, veiled in anonymity.

(Bridge)
The media drums its beat, a hypnotic, constant drone,
Dividing us with rhetoric, setting brother against own.
Red versus blue, a battle for the soul it seems,
While the true puppet masters, orchestrate our wildest dreams.

(Chorus)
The Circus of Colors, a show for one and all,
Where puppets dance on strings, and giants rise to fall.
They trade the stage for years, in this grand, deceitful spree,
While the puppeteers remain, veiled in anonymity.

(Outro)
But when the curtain falls, and the charade is finally through,
Will we see the strings that bind us, the puppeteers in view?
Or will we applaud the encore, another illusion's embrace,
Trapped forever in this circus, with a smile upon our face?