Carnival Macabre

(hushhhh, hushhhh)

Ring around the shadow,

don't look back

Something's in the garden,

painted black (shhh...)

Watch the wooden horse spin around in the dust Every single promise

we made began to rust I can hear the laughter from the

bottom of the well Welcome to the carnival,

the middle of our hell

(hahaha...

HAHAHAHA!)

Step up to the mirror,

tell me what you see A twisted little shadow that looks just

like me Heavy steps behind you on the wooden floorboards No one's

coming back to cut the tangled cords

Ring around the shadow,

don't look back Something's in the garden,

painted black (shhh...)

It's spin-spinning spinning out of hand! (hahaha)

Welcome to the burning fairground land!

(shhh... sleep now...)