"Spectral Circus" - Lyrics by PuffinsAreCoolToo Copyright © 2024 PuffinsAreCoolToo www.suno.com/@puffinsarecooltoo Revises 2026 by PuffinsAreCoolToo and Psychotic D3v1L www.suno.com/@puffinsarecooltoo www.suno.com/@psychotic_d3v1l The moon hangs low, the stars retreat, As dusty footprints line the street. No sound of wheels, no hooves or steel, Yet something stirs, a ghostly feel. From distant roads, they make their way, The freaks and clowns, in misty grey. The organ groans beneath the moon, In eerie moans it grinds its tune. The air grows thick… the night leans in… A distant dread beneath the skin… The spectral circus crawls to town, Footsteps drag cold upon the ground. Of twisted smiles of things not right, Drawing closer… closer in the night. The posters, old and torn apart, Appear on walls as tattered art. Cloaked in darkness, out of sight, The circus breathes beneath the night. Though far away, they’re drawing near, Each moment thick with quiet fear… They weave a nightmare… thread by thread… The spectral circus crawls to town, Footsteps drag cold upon the ground. Of twisted smiles of things not right, Drawing closer… closer in the night. With dawn’s first light, they disappear… …until the night draws near.
