Ghost train
You’re on the ghost train,
You’re going insane;
Relax,
Or you’ll fall off the tracks.
People will get hurt trying to help,
Keep your hands and feet inside the rails,
At all times, please.
Scary faces,
Keep jumping out at you,
The monsters, they make fun of you
As you turn and hide away.
For a moment, you see the light of the day,
But someone put another token in
And you’re going round again.
When, will this horror story end?
Or are you just inside your head,
And it’s already over.
You’re on the ghost train,
The cart drives you insane,
And your insanity drives the cart round the bend,
Again.
Neon ghosts, doors that never close,
No one left to blame
And below the roof it still rains.
Breathe in, take in the design,
Leave the fairground behind,
It’s just you and your demons.
Neon ghosts, doors that never close,
And even if the opportunity arose,
No one would ride with you,
You ride alone.
Flashlights and blood stains,
Make a joke of your pain,
The dark light eats into the day:
This is your ghost train.