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