Take me to the carnival of lost things,
We can ride the carousel of nothing,
Slap hands with the see through man,
As the ashes start to flutter
Take me to the Opera of lost voices,
We can clap our hands at silence,
Accept bows from the bourgeois crowd,
As the ashes start to wander
Take me to the Theater of Iniquity,
We can partake in the essence,
Get high off the gasses,
As the ashes start to fury
Take me to the wall of the damned,
We can cast a stone or two,
Yell jeers at those in fear,
As the ashes become consuming
Take me to the lake of air,
We can float off in tandem,
Crow our arms like the winged,
As the ashes finally settle