The Funhouse

This isn't a call to arms

This is a breakdown, a falling apart

This is the acceptance of sin

This is the lamb, I'm feeding him

Am I bleeding over? My lungs spilled under

I don't know how this one ends

I don't know how this one ends

There's a dog on its hind legs

Screaming out "Baby, I'm outside, baby, I'm outside"

There's a place that it takes you

To do its best to break you

You can't fight, baby, you can't fight

I'm a free floating body with your skin slipping off me

And your life flying at me, but I know that I'm all alone

I don't need you to take me home

I'll beg and beg and beg and break this all off

'Cause I don't know what's left to believe

And I don't know what's left to believe in

And I don't know what's left to believe

And I don't know what's left to believe

So you're doing everything that you can

To keep your hands off of your head

And your whole body's flying

You think that you might have gone limp, I don't know what I did

My legs give out and drag you right into my life, but I don't want you to die

My arms fly out and I feel like you just might wanna give this a try

So your lungs fill with lead

So consumed by this feeling of dread

And your skin can't fill out

It folds and sinks into the ground

And the sky turns red

You're bleeding now from the bottom of your feet and hands

And they put you up on a pole

Now you're crying 'cause you can't let go

As your body sinks into the ground

And your hands are getting tied and bound

You're giving up, I'm giving out

'Cause I don't know what's left to believe

And I don't know what's left to believe in

And I don't know what's left to believe

And I don't know what's left to believe

And it's haunting pale skin (I can't believe, believe, I can't believe, believe)

Solid ground (I can't believe, believe, I can't believe, believe)

Slow it down

Slow it down (I can't believe, believe, I can't believe, believe)

Slow it down (I can't believe, believe, I can't believe, believe)

Slow it down (I can't believe, believe)