| Song | Carousel |
| Artist | Balboa |
| Album | Balboa |
| The tragedy and mystery repeats like a farce | |
| A carousel of laughter as it all falls apart | |
| History sits in holding pattern | |
| As vultures circle our carcass | |
| Pinned down I can't touch you | |
| Like tableaux in wax that won't melt | |
| Turn around and turn to stone | |
| This mistake cost me a lifetime | |
| Heave into yourself | |
| Breathe out my life | |
| What catastrophic mediocrity | |
| What you are I once was | |
| What I am now you will be | |
| So proud of the bloody roots | |
| Of this rhythm |