The siren shrieks, a deafening chime
Another spin, another crime
The painted horses rear and prance
A mockery of life's doomed dance
Step right up, your seat awaits
Bound by gears, sealed by fates
The world is round, and so it spins
A loop of losses and fleeting wins
The operator grins, with hollowed-out eyes
Hold tight—truth is a lie
Candy-coated dreams rot in their shell
Welcome aboard the psychotic carousel

Youth rides fast, wild, and free
Grasping for clouds no one can see
But the music shifts, slows to a grind
A lullaby for your tired mind

The colors fade, the mirrors crack
No refunds here—no turning back
You paid in hope, you paid in fear
Eighty spins, and then you disappear

So laugh, or cry, or sit stone-faced
Each ride’s a joke, a cosmic waste
When the siren screams, hold yourself
Welcome aboard the psychotic carousel