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The carousel spins backward in the dark (shhh)
A silent mime is hunting in the park
He paints his face with ashes and with tears (hahaha) And plays
a tune to feed on all your fears
Welcome to the grand finale show
Where the crimson ribbons start to flow Hear the laughter rising from
the pit
Every candle in the chapel lit! (hahahaha!)
A horn
that honks without a single sound
A painted grin that waits beneath the ground
He paints his face with ashes and with tears
(shhh) And plays a tune to feed on all your
fears
Welcome to the grand finale show
Where the crimson ribbons start to flow Hear the laughter rising from
the pit
Every candle in the chapel lit! (hahahaha!)
No words to speak,
no songs to sing
Just the shadow of a silent king!
(la-la-la-la, ha-ha-ha-ha)
(hahaha... shhh)