Confusion Circus

I know of a circus,
With a flying trapeze. 
They spin you round like crazy,
All over your place. 
They have a tiger pit,
A hole in the floor.
The angry crowd they mock you,
And shout for more. 

 
And there's no way out of there. 
Help is who knows where. 

 
It's funny to think of Jerry,
hurting his brain,
But a kink in the spectacle,
Would turn him insane. 
What's it like to be free,
To turn your back,
Not stuck in a compère's ring,
To run on a track?

 
There's no way out of there
Help is who knows where 

Earth is just another planets hell. 
Oxygen is rare now can't you tell. 
Life was sold with a big trapdoor, 
Even though it seems I'm doing well. 
The Night Light's fine to them 
But he's not deep down. 
Tears they fall on his pillow. 
I guess he's the clown. 
The Lights aren't multicoloured. 
I'm confused like you. 
But the world sees rainbows,
Not a river of blue.