Hollowed Glade

[Intro] [Verse 1] Whispers hum where the streetlights fade, A music box winds in the hollowed glade. Cracked gears grind, a lullaby spun, The shadows dance where the moon’s undone. [Chorus] Oh, let the carnival twist its spine, Phantom choirs in discordant rhyme. We march to the static, the night’s crooked call— A symphony born where the ravens fall. [Verse 2] Iron fists b**t in the factory’s breath, Steam hisses cold, waking ghosts from death. Synths crawl slow through the fog’s embrace, A darkwave pulse in the void’s black lace. [Chorus] Oh, let the carnival twist its spine, Phantom choirs in discordant rhyme. We march to the static, the night’s crooked call— A symphony born where the ravens fall. [Bridge] Retro screens flicker with B-movie screams, A funk bass slinks through nightmare dreams. Carousel horses with hollow-eyed grins, Spin faster, faster—where the chaos begins. [Chorus] Oh, let the carnival twist its spine, Phantom choirs in discordant rhyme. We march to the static, the night’s crooked call— A symphony born where the ravens fall. [Outro]