Solemn’s Midway lyrics
by Circus Contraption
Come, gather around, you posh politeriots
Come, introverts, come, socialites
Come, little class mediocrates
Come, virtual monkeys
Come, junkets, come, junkies
Citizens of the declined
But be wary as you witness this tale of woe
For the story could be your own
In our soiled souls
A sadness is sold
Weep, as you watch it grow