unfettered by any need of the light,
the eyes of darkness see all-
a whisper, a chime, a noise in the night
and lo and behold, a carnival.
don't be fooled though, don't let them get
to your needs, your dreams, your wants-
in the daytime it seems an ordinary fête,
but it's Samhain-when demons come out to dance.
know that if those eyes find you and fix on you, boys,
you'll be sweet-talked and charmed by this band-
still, remember, remember, you're nothing but toys
to a man with truth inked on the palm of his hand.
and the carousel spins, and as years flash by
it sucks out your soul, turns you into a lie.