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spinning silently on the merry go round

specatators staring at my demise

lost in the force of the merry go round

the only things real are the lies



tossed by the horse of the merry go round

despair overtakes all who ride

can't ever get off of the merry go round

in circles there's no where to hide



chants chaos so oft does the merry go round

unheard go the nomad's cries

grinning vi'lently sneer's the merry go round

for the rider no longer can rise