Go to the Carnival

[Verse 1] Sun a drop low, and the street lights hum Dem phone screen glow like a holy drum Bwoy, you been locked in a digital cell Scrollin’ through the void like a ghost in hell Mirror talk back, but it sound so thin All them notifications crawl under your skin Go outside, bwoy, ya been too long on da internet Your soul gettin’ dusty, your mind gettin’ wet [Pre-Chorus] Hear the riddim in the alley, hear the laughter in the rain Even shadows want to dance when they know they feel the pain Take a deep breath, let the weirdness begin There’s a parade for the broken, come on step in [Chorus] Go to the carnival, under the paper moon Smile like a sinner in a borrowed room Touch grass, smoke grass, go to da carnival Let the clowns sing softly in your ribcage hall Go to the carnival, where the fools all pray Where the night wear sequins and the truth decay Touch grass, smoke grass, go to da carnival Maybe the lost thing in you will answer the call [Verse 2] Old man selling thunder from a rusty cart A lady in feathers with a painted heart She say, “Every saint got a crack in the mask” Every king got a shadow he don’t wanna ask Drums like footsteps in a sinking ship Cherry-cola tears on a broken lip Laugh at the doom, let it wobble and sway Even the dead got a reason to stay [Pre-Chorus] Hear the riddim in the alley, hear the laughter in the rain Even shadows want to dance when they know they feel the pain Take a deep breath, let the weirdness begin There’s a parade for the damaged, come on step in [Chorus] Go to the carnival, under the paper moon Smile like a sinner in a borrowed room Touch grass, smoke grass, go to da carnival Let the clowns sing softly in your ribcage hall Go to the carnival, where the fools all pray Where the night wear sequins and the truth decay Touch grass, smoke grass, go to da carnival Maybe the lost thing in you will answer the call [Bridge] No more screen glow, no more fake sky No more draggin’ your shadow through the midnight Come let the ferris wheel spin like a thought Round and round till the sadness get caught If the world too loud, let the trumpet cry If your heart too cold, let the sugar burn by Bwoy, even madness need somewhere to rest Meet me where the strange things dress up best [Final Chorus] Go to the carnival, under the paper moon Smile like a sinner in a borrowed room Touch grass, smoke grass, go to da carnival Let the clowns sing softly in your ribcage hall Go to the carnival, where the fools all pray Where the night wear sequins and the truth decay Touch grass, smoke grass, go to da carnival Maybe the lost thing in you will answer the call [Outro] Go outside, bwoy… The world still turning slow… Go to the carnival… Before the night swallow your soul…