[Verse 1] Iron spokes groan under moonlight's pale glow, A towering skeleton frozen in time. Empty cars sway though the night air is dead, Driven by spirits that haunt the old park. [Verse 2] Cobwebs hang thick on the rusted handrails, Where phantom hands reach for the cold night air. A carousel melody plays in the wind, Distorted and faint from a long-buried past. [Verse 3] Flickering shadows climb into the seats, Their laughter a whisper that chills to the bone. The wheel gives a shudder, then slowly turns 'round, Powered by memories buried in dust. [Verse 4] Weeds choke the turnstiles where ticket booths rot, And glowing eyes peer from the dark overgrown. No living foot steps on this desolate hill, Where ghosts ride forever in endless loops. [Verse 5] Chains rattle softly like desperate prayers, As mist wraps around the highest steel peak. The figures above look down at the town, Trapped in the carnival time left behind. [Verse 6] When dawn breaks the horizon, the engine sits still, The specters dissolve as the morning light rises. Yet the rusted frame waits for the coming of dark, To spin for the lost souls who never left home. [Outro] [End]
