In the air There's laughter everywhere Look and see, There's nothing but debris So rusty, The textures feel so gross to me In my mouth, The taste will not wash out
Carousels, And aging wishing wells Kiddie Rides For young, abnormal minds Devilish charms, And messages from worlds beyond Sing a song Of what I did so wrong
Pastel colors Fade and blur How absurd, This is quite a curve Strapped upon a simple ride Gulp my pride and Stare out Wide-eyed
The shrieking in my ears It brings me near to tears All the pain inside me burns within so easily Vomiting on the seat, I'm gonna Overheat
Turning red in the face Someone take me from This god damned place
Into mist, where I will not be MISSED Losing sight In this eternal Night So confused As my Fingers wrap around YOU Checking out Any trace of my Doubts Turning round, suddenly falling Down
I'm confused On what there is to Lose Dirty skin, My hands upon you Bring me sin Touch, caress, and turn you to a Mess
Riding up to The Incline Hold my cries, as The car goes high Dolly faces Stare with Frowns Laughing clowns Taunt as I Go down
Giggling in my Ears It shows me all my Fears All the pain I've caused YOU is starting to hurt me too Such regret in my eyes It makes me Wanna die
I hear them sing a tune That will tell me of my Doom, so How can I live when Tears are all I Give As I plummet beneath, It is getting hard to Breathe Synthesized Children Playing in this Playpen As the humming grows Near, I think I will not Be leaving here
Tortured souls on Left and Right My despair Suits their Appetite Horrifying By Design When will terror Start to Subside
Suffering on my face It shows me My disgrace All the harm that I've Done cannot ever Be undone The creaking metal cars Reflecting mental Scars
I can try, I can fight I'll attempt to do What's right, my heart cannot take much More until it Breaks As I plummet beneath I start shaking in my Seat Echoed laughter again Rebounds in this Toyland As I leave here at last I resent this PLAYGROUND OF THE PASTTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
