Riding the roller-coaster at the carnival of rust
Alone I am descending throe stone ash and dust

Just waiting for a chance for the train to reach a stop
and every time the ride goes round I lose a bit of hope

But hope is my insanity my encore my doom
Its my sin and my redemption the sun and the moon

Its a bulls eye for my dart
its the thorn in my bleeding heart
or the chance for a new start
and its tearing me apart.