The freak show is outsideRound and round the carousel goesMore Like This
when it'll stop everyone knows
after the children have puked up a smile
that makes grins bloom for the next few miles.
Lights that burn out the sense in your eyes
but remaining in color, and still compromise
the morals that you happily threw in the trash
beside a snow cone the color of ash.
Throw back your head and shriek out a laugh
that sounds much like death in all of it's wrath
darkness in light, beauty in pain
not even mirrors can reflect fun so vain.
Join hands together, let's all sing!
About how alone we are in this crazy thing!
Let's make a wish on an invisble star
that we blotted out with lights of our cars
--but somewhere away from all of this madness--
is a person that sees this place as much saddness
nothing can change that the paint is now peeling
nothing can change their lack of real feeling.