Hello there
We'd like to invite you to be a part of our carnival
So uh, let's get into it then
Suprise
Look into the eyes of a carnie
Look into his soul and the molds that he's carving
Roaming
Phoning
But there's no service here, only red wagons dragging along circus gear
More followers appear for sword swallowers, but little boy blue and his flute can't get a dollar, huh?
Melting down the ratchets into baskets
And placing all the acts into cotton candy caskets
I'm a problematic prophecy probably hopped up on Prozac, Pinnacle vodka, and poppy seeds
Blinging harder than Mr. T in Rocky 3
Even the voices in my head are mocking me
Obviously
Acid spittin' serpent, Aladdin off the back to the bread from the merchants
As for my statement
It's read how it's worded
As for body placement, I don't care he deserved it
Look, it's midnight in the pines, starin' at the moon
Twisting up the twine
Ordinary orphans absorbed in the times
Painting stripes is alright when your life's on the lines
It's dusk at the docks
Starin' at the boats
Windin' down the clocks
Coordinating animals to dance inside the box 'cause praise is always silent, but damn money talks

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