intro – soft, echoing)
Tick-tick, flicker-flicker— static in my veins,
carousel turning through forgotten names.
Jekyll in my left ear, Hyde in my head,
arguin’ which half dreams, which half’s dead.
Cotton candy smoke, pixel glow on the ground,
fairground ghosts don’t make a sound.
Silent film star, painted grin—
waves hello as the lights dim in.
Reaper’s broom sweeps glitter rain,
smiles like, “Kid, you built this pain.”
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🌙 Chorus 1
Dream dumpster, glitter in the gloom,
lost songs hum in a neon tomb.
Every mess I made still burns like art,
every scar I saved still guards my heart.
Dream dumpster, play that tune so slow,
spin those stories I used to know.
All my ghosts got glitter on their bones,
I built a world from what I threw alone.
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💫 Verse 2
Arcade’s buzzing— “Insert wings, begin.”
Icarus loading, flames sink in.
Medusa mirror freezes my grin,
says, “Stone feels safe when you fear to spin.”
Hermes drops letters I never sent,
words like ashes, but heaven-bent.
Jekyll whispers, try again,
Hyde just laughs, you’ll break again.
Both sound like echoes under my skin—
two sides of the same violin.
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🕯️ Bridge (spoken-sung, haunting glide)
Carousel creaks like it’s out of time,
Reaper hums me a nursery rhyme:
“Everything you lose, I keep in tune,
everything I keep still sings of you.”
Silent star takes my trembling hand,
world turns color, starts to understand.
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🎠 Final Chorus (lift — emotional / cinematic)
Dream dumpster, shimmer through the dark,
turn these failures into sparks.
Every line I dropped still hums its part,
every ghost I met still guards my heart.
Dream dumpster, light me one more way,
spin the pain till it fades to play.
All my ghosts got glitter on their bones—
I built my life from what I’ve thrown.
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(Outro – hush, carousel echo)
Fairground fading, pixels cry,
Reaper sweeps stars from a broken sky.
Paper ticket drifts, half-decayed—
“Try again?”
…Yeah.
I already stayed.
