Sunday morning freak show someone forgot to pull the plug out on this place a long time agothe angels, the don't come around and the gods, they run like devilschasing secrets no one talks about down avenues of glitter lights and pain
I've been looking for a place to leave my troubled thoughts behindbut trouble's growing all around 
It's all I seem to findin this land of make believe toxic 
February breeze cemetery boulevardsand 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 forsome things in life 
I think you shouldn't know
If I'm on a one way street to nowhere at least 
I made it thereto say 
I don't regret a single thing that 
I have done