Spinning circles in this one-eyed town
Where the buildings lean like drunks in prayer
And shadows wear the faces of strangers
The road to the barn is black with secrets
It reeks of scorched dreams & damp fur
Somewhere out there, the night-circus hums
Their voices slither like eels through my ears
Hissing my name in a language I’ve forgotten

I’m lost in the static between worlds
Far from the glow of streetlights or sanity
And the teenager with the rat ‘stache grins
Wide as a trapdoor to someplace unspeakable
He wants something, maybe my teeth
Or the key to whatever’s locked inside my ribs

Run, it whispers
Open the gates that moan like dying dogs
Punch the pedal, let the car devour the dark
Drive until the high ground rises
Until the house I called home spits me out again
A stranger in my own story, still burning