Carousel

There's a pill that you take 
When you feel lost and low.
It's the hit of a love, 
Little drug of control. 

And it spins all your sense,
Right into the cold ground. 
And you head for the hills
Stick your thumb right into your mouth. 

It's been a long time coming for you. 
It's been a long night running from truth.
Take a good hard look at yourself 
On the carousel. 


I got cake 
I got sweets 
I got all you can eat 
But what a feast for a thief 
And three courses just for a coward's dream.
But I'm back on my stomach 
Hold you close, Hold you from it. 
Little sword in my side 
I got nothing to hide 
(I'm lying) 

A long time coming for you 
It's been a long night running from truth.
Take a good hard look at yourself 
On the carousel

Cut my corners clean
Give me dopamine 
Cut my corners clean
Give me dopamine 

It's been a long time coming for you 
It's been a long night running from truth.
Take a good hard look at yourself 
On the carousel