Track Insight / Lyrics
Forgotten frames flicker, strobed in night
Gears grind to dust in darkness, still is right
Behind a rusting gate, once-warm laughter died
Now an amusement park's heart beats a lonely tide
Echoes of joyful screams that pierced the air
Faded joys now swirled in vacant, haunted lair
Silas, the projectionist, his eyes on the floor
A film noir tale his mind weaves, in his chamber once more
In the dimlit booth he'll stay 'til dawn's first light
Weeping on the worn velvet, with his rotary thumbprints tight
Mantled plush forgotten, vestiges of glee
Rotted bulbs aglow, a gruesome display
Jaw-dropping drops to the decay, the wooden-plank paths gone
Caged carousel creaks now, only the wind its song
Echoes of playful shouts in a cacophony of pain
Phantoms of fun and laughter, now a corrosive rain
Silas, the projectionist, his Salvation sessions begin
Painting movies on a sheet, where lost memories spin
From Holloywood dreams to hell, a kind of Cinema Noir Hell
A screenful séance, channeling ghosts in his projection room shell
Shattered mirrors, cracked marble floors
Replaced by cracks and rust, where children's joy did roar
Ticket booths, sticky with spilled soda, trash cans full of fun
The Ferris wheel, once twirling stars, now an eerie monkey see no fun
Echoes of children's laughter, now the creaking wood
Fractured promises, broken dreams, like shattered stained glass, dulled
Silas, the projectionist, finding solace in his role
Weaving stories of lost love, spun from glowing silver reels
In the fading light his refuge, with a worn needle in his hand
Until the park's decaying heart, is reclaimed by the sand
Beneath the rickety boards, where ghosts might tread
A final spinning, then silence, as the film ends unsaid
Silas turns the reel to black, then swallows hard
His light flickers out, a final frame, at the park's heart
Darkness descends like a shroud, over rust and abandonment anew
Silence screams from shards of steel, as the last light dies with Silas too
