Midnight Carnival

The moon is a sliver, a shard in the sky The wind whispers secrets as the bats flutter by The shadows are stretching, they're starting to breathe Weaving a nightmare from a gossamer sleeve A chill on the neck, a creak on the stair Something is waiting for you there. The clock strikes thirteen, a dissonant chime It's our time to play, it's our witching hour time. Oh, welcome to our Midnight Carnival, don't you flee! To the ghostly choir singing in the d**d oak tree. We dance to the rhythm of a monstrous, industrial b**t With skeletons clattering on the gas-lit street. It's a haunting, it's a thrill, a delicious, dark despair You'll find a memory waiting for you here. The calliope's wailing a twisted refrain A sugar-spun nightmare, a sweet, sticky pain The clowns in the corner have tears in their eyes Reflecting the truth behind their painted-on lies The funhouse mirrors show a face not your own In this kingdom of rot, on a crumbling throne. The air's getting thicker with synth-laden dread The thoughts in your head, the fears you left unsaid. Oh, welcome to our Midnight Carnival, don't you flee! To the ghostly choir singing in the d**d oak tree. We dance to the rhythm of a monstrous, industrial b**t With skeletons clattering on the gas-lit street. It's a haunting, it's a thrill, a delicious, dark despair You'll find a memory waiting for you here. This ain't a place for the faint of heart It's B-movie Funk from the very start A Frankenstein groove, a electric shock Tick-tocking tension round the block. We are the things under your bed The lovely, the lost, the undead.