Track Insight / Lyrics
Under the overgrown carousel, where the music box sings
Moth-eaten seats creak like old bones, as the ivy strangles things
Graffiti stories scrawled on walls, of lives that came and went
Echoes of pleasure, and the ghosts that linger, bent
In this half-light, where shadows play games
Where the wind whistles through rusty chains
I find solace in the remains
Of a world that's lost its flames
Rusty and worn, yet still standing tall
A monument to the thrill of it all
Underneath the fading paint and splintered wood
A part of me still feels the beat, the rumble, the good
The merry-go-round now silent, motionless and still
The laughter of children replaced by the hoot of a skull
A melancholy mayor surveys his worn domain
Where fun and joy have given way to dust and grime's stain
Rusty and worn, yet still standing tall
A monument to the thrill of it all
Underneath the fading paint and splintered wood
A part of me still feels the beat, the rumble, the good
Panic stricken, clawing at the air
Trying to breathe, but there's no oxygen there
The weight of the world, crushing down on me
A maelstrom of madness, I'm drowning in apathy
Wailing, howling, a storm unleashed
Incandescent rage, a world consumed
In this cacophonous maelstrom, I find my peace
A release from the torment, the hell inside
Rusty and worn, yet still unbroken
A reflection of the spirit, untamed and unspoken
In this decaying shell of wonder, I'm still alive
The fire within me burns, a spark that will survive
Underneath the neon stars, where the silence reigns
In this forgotten place of joy and pain
I'll hold on to this moment, this fleeting Marie-Laveau dream
And when the world tries to crush me, I'll scream.
