There's some rubble crashing down in my psyche hear the sounds haunting
Haunting
Glad to be a part of this Horrifying existence it's daunting
Daunting
I'm falling, falling again
Since i don't know when
I'm crawling and climbing back up
And i can still hear some sounds, this time it's merry go rounds spinning
Spinning
Little jesters in the skies, like the carneys of my life they're grinning
Grinning
Rides ending, ending with them
I don't know when
Put back in the queue to begin
I'm tossing and turning tonight, i don't know why
I hope once I sleep I'll wake up