АТЭН - Burning Carnival

Laugh tracks in the dust Paint peeling from the saints Mouth of a rusted gate Still tastes like childhood Teeth on the ticket stub I chew through the years Cotton candy in the ash Sticky with fear Carousels carved from pipes Spin on crooked beams Every horse blindfolded Still kicking in my dreams Welcome to the burning carnival Inside these iron bones I light the saints and watch them fall This factory my throne Step right up Step right into Every wound I ever hid Burning carnival cathedral Built from everything we did Clown mask on a boiler room hook Grins without a face Oil slick under my boots I dance I erase Posters glued to crumbling walls For shows that never came I chant the names I chant the names Till they all sound the same Welcome to the burning carnival Inside these iron bones I light the saints and watch them fall This factory my throne Step right up Step right into Every wound I ever hid Burning carnival cathedral Built from everything we did I am the ringmaster Of all the wreckage I survived She is the wordless siren Proving something still's alive Spin Spin Spin Till the floor gives way If the fire is the only light Let it eat the day Welcome to the burning carnival Inside these iron bones I light the saints and watch them fall This factory my throne Step right up Step right into Every wound I ever hid Burning carnival cathedral Built from everything we did