It's my blood Spin me round roll me over Fuckin' circus Stab it down one way needle Pulled so slowly Drains and spills, soaks the pages fills their sponges Painted, big turned into one of his enemies Stab it down fill the pages suck the life out Maker of

Roller coaster, roller coaster Lonely overseas Only memories Wish I had the key to your heart People come and go Baby, they don’t know What we had before What it felt before our eyes Spinning all around and around for a world baby