Midnight Ticket - Crimson Carnival

[Instrumental intro, quirky, unique, dark, ominous] [Verse] Midnight’s our ticket, ripped stubs in hand— Rusted Ferris wheel, spinning off-brand. Clownfish in formaldehyde, laughing without lungs, We’ll sell you a dream… Try not to get stung... [Pre-Chorus] Only the twisted can burn so bright, A circus of shadows under the knife’s light— (Chaos is our compass), (chaos is our guide), To stitch the sky where the sirens collide! --- [Chorus] We’re the spark IN THE POWDER… lighting the DARK! (Light in the DARK!) Crimson Carnival—rebel’s last spark! Our ringleader’s a ghost, but he roars in the dark— We’ll carve our salvation from the teeth of the shark! --- [Verse] Contortionist bends her spine to the grind, Fire-eater’s breath smells like gasoline wine. The trapeze swings where the orphans don’t fall— We’re the uninvited at heaven’s last ball. [Pre-Chorus] Only the twisted can burn so bright… Only the twisted can burn so bright… Only the twisted can burn so bright… [chorus] We’re the spark IN THE POWDER… lighting the DARK! Crimson Carnival—rebel’s last spark! Our ringleader’s a ghost, but he roars in the dark— We’ll carve our salvation from the teeth of the shark! --- [Verse] Carousel of skeletons, teeth in a grin, The merry-go-round’s greased with gasoline sin. We’ll ride till the horses dissolve into steam— A carnival crash that defies every dream! [Bridge] Crimson! Carnival! (Oh-oh!) Our blood’s in the popcorn, our souls on parade! We’ll dance when the world says “stay in your cage”… --- [Verse] Dollhouse of daggers, each step sings a requiem— The funhouse mirror’s just God on a whim. We’ll carve our names (in the devil’s own chalkboard), And laugh as the saints (crumble to ash and saltwords!) --- [Chorus] We’re the spark IN THE POWDER… lighting the DARK! (Light in the DARK!) Crimson Carnival—rebel’s last spark! Our ringleader’s a ghost, but he roars in the dark— We’ll carve our salvation from the teeth of the shark! --- [Verse] Our tent’s stitched with lightning, our banner’s a scar— The clowns wear their hearts… but they’re all missing a jar. We’ll ride this nightmare till the cosmos goes numb… And when the last star dies? ... We’ll start over... burning out of control! --- [Outro] (Only one with chaos in their heart can give rise to a brilliant star…) Crimson Carnival—always burning bright. We’re the spark IN THE POWDER (Only one with chaos in their heart can give rise to a brilliant star…) lighting the D-A-R-K! Dark! [Fade] D-A-R-K! Dark! D-A-R-K! Dark! (Only one with chaos) (D-A-R-K! Dark!) (Brilliant star) (D-A-R-K!) (Dark) (dark) (dark)