Verse 1 Ladies and gentlemen, Step into the show, Where nobody’s certain, But everybody knows. The jury needs no evidence, The preacher sells regret. The liar wins the argument, The truth is in debt. The clocks keep running backwards, Still calling it “ahead.” We celebrate the living, By listening to the dead. ⸻ Pre-Chorus Smile for the cameras. Bow for the applause. Nobody remembers Who invented all the laws. ⸻ Chorus Welcome to The Grand Parade of Reason. Where irony wears A crown of gold. Where every answer Needs another question. And every story Has already been sold. Laugh… Before the laughter Becomes the law. Dance… Before the silence Starts to applaud. Welcome… To the beautiful, Ridiculous, Paradox. ⸻ Verse 2 A genius asks permission. A fool becomes a king. The echo writes the anthem, The cage forgets to sing. We’re building higher towers To shorten every view. Collecting endless followers Who never follow through. We chase another sunrise With curtains tightly closed. Afraid of being different, Afraid of being exposed. ⸻ Bridge The circus calls itself A university. The mirrors teach us How to disappear. We paint our masks With honest colors, Then wonder Why nobody Comes near. ⸻ Final Chorus Welcome to The Grand Parade of Reason. Where every paradox Begins as common sense. Where freedom needs A permission slip. Where confidence Lives behind a fence. Sing… Even if the choir Forgets your name. Love… Even if the rules Change every day. Because absurdity Can steal your certainty… But never Your imagination.
