The Dark swallows
Our steps sound shallow
Our breathing Deep
We slowly Creep
The lights are blinding
Rewinding music binding
A place forgotten
Smells a little bit rotten
Picking up what he finds
Fear slides down our spines
As the Farris wheel Grinds
I am loosing my mind
Thudding of the smeared knife
Leaves a mark set for life
Backing out Backing out
Gates lock with a shout
Chains rattle real loud
There's no way out now
