Carousel
Magical carousel plays the piano so confindent - shares it well
With families that dare to dwell in a place often compared to Hell
The office is nailed shut, we're locked in and amazed at a maze
Escaping the fate of days in order to retrace that face in a haze
Replace the grace with hate, it'll will help accomplish on further
I'm burdened - painted faces scare - they accomplice a murder
Triangular tents herd you to a crowd where strange bodies meet
Trick mirrors contort your shape in here, but "Thank God, it's me"
My thoughts decrease as I'm left with fortune tellers and snakes
Only a whore can tell it's name - so I know every no-name skank
I'm folding ranks with a man whose extra long legs and a top hat
Leave me no room to critique his high five - nobody can top that
We all can talk trash, but we'd never burn our tongues to frighten
Swords'll pierece their throats as flame grows - it's light brightens
Welcome to the circus
Nothing is useless
A nightlife of comatose is the way we know that we've overdosed
Expose your nose to these toxins in full; you will gross your hopes
Gas fills the collapsed lungs of a boy relaxed; thunder consumed
He had wonders of fun, in the end, he laughed under the moon
Lost in the gloom appearance of the fairgrounds, I'm coy it seems
I don't know who I am, but I do know this...that little boy is me
Cumbersome - the feeling of prose grows under the nightly skies
I would feel the pressure if I cracked clouds as I'm shining bright
Timing darkness with a stop watch, I stopped to watch it move
I've gotten used to the way things go now, but I'm not to groove
I'm taught to loom in scarce areas, a dangerous outfitter follows
I live on the Earth and live OFF of it to, I use the outrigger motto
Everything is perfect
Hypnotic music
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