I'm nothing but flesh, pulled by the nape
On and on by this Stranger I'm led
By the Clown with the black swirling cape
My mind is broke with nothing inside
I'm hollow without sense, touch, or feel
I lay back to accept this odd ride
And before this Masked Man, O! how I kneel
I can't think a thought or do anything
My body refuses to listen to me
As I walk mindlessly into the ring
To His beckon; To the rings numbered three
