Jester's Blackened Snap

Midnight fairground, shadows creep. Killer clown grins with a rusted

key. Polka dots drown in a shade of black. His painted smile

hides a vengeful attack. Oh, the screams they rise in the

blood red sky. Painted lies where the jingles die. The carnival's a shroud,

the laughter's a trap. You can't outrun the Jester's blackened snap.

He played my heart like a calliope tune. Sweet talk turned to a switchblade

moon. At the juke joint, he stole my blues.

Now I'm trapped in his macabre muse. Oh, the screams they