Circus Contraption - As the Children Laugh | Текст песни

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There's a grove of trees inside the mind
Where children play
Who've lost their way.
As they succumb to nightmare dreams,
Fill the air with silent scream.
A land alive where blood runs cold
As they are brought into the fold.
Joining the ranks of Elysium
Back to the earth from which they've come.
They invent games, playmates from hell
They have drawn up from a well
They know that they'll never go
Back to a place adults call home.
Their ghouls and ghosts inhabit dolls
And place strange sounds inside the walls.
Make the space 'neath cobwebbed beds
The resting place for the undead.

They shriek and moan and burn and slash
And creak and boo and wail and gnash,
Place fears thoughts inside your head
And make you wish you'd end up dead.
You just might, and so beware
Of that grey shroud that climbs the stairs.
You're the thing on which it feeds
To fill its maw and sate its needs.
For as it grinds your bones to meal
And turns your skull beneath the wheel,
Six feet down is where you'll lay
As the children laugh, the children play.
The children laugh and children play.
Children laugh and children play!

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