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Spinning in Circles

Spinning In Circles


One more day down

Cotton candy pillows won't protect me forever

I want to stay in bed

And chase flower-faced penguins

But I am pulled from my safe haven

Where I encounter the man in the mask

Who carries me to my nightmares

Spiders crawl on the walls

While death skates on a rink made of stone

Bubble gum music blares from the amps

As violence dances with the angels

I fall from the sky

And land in France

Where I am handed a gun

That shoots wiggly worms

The future turns me upside-down

As rats fall from my pockets

I am put in front of a room full of people

Whose faces remind me of scary places

I begin to shake

The man in the front

Has a laugh like the Devil

The wind blows in through the open window

And I am picked up and taken

To laugh with the man in the moon.