Scaretale

Ring-a-ring-a-roses A pocket full of posies Atishoo, atishoo We all fall down Once upon a time in a daymare Dying to meet you, little child Enter, enter this sideshow Time for bed, the cradle still rocks 13 chimes on a dead man's clock Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock The bride will lure you, cook you, eat you Your dear innocence boiled to feed the evil in need of fear Burning farms and squeeling pigs A pool of snakes to swim with oh, sweet poison Bite me, bite me "Ladies and gentlemen Be heartlessly welcome! To Cirque De Morgue And what a show we have for you tonight!" Restless souls will put on their dancing shoes Mindless ghouls with a lot of limbs to lose Illusionists Contortionist Tightrope, walkers tightening the noose Horde of spiders, closet tentacles Laughing harpies with their tallons ripping Sher-chrisss, per-vizz The pendulum still sways for you Such are the darks here to show you Child in a corner Fallen mirrors, all kingdom in cinders