Sunday morning freak show someone forgot to pull the plug out on this place a long time ago

the angels, the don't come around and the gods, they run like devils

chasing secrets no one talks about down avenues of glitter lights and pain

I've been looking for a place to leave my troubled thoughts behind

but trouble's growing all around It's all I seem to find

in this land of make believe toxic February breeze cemetery boulevards

and neon signs that say you've come too far

I don't want to be the one to say I know exactly what I'm headed for

some things in life I think you shouldn't know

If I'm on a one way street to nowhere at least I made it there

to say I don't regret a single thing that I have done