When the seasons circle sideways out of turn
And words don't speak just fall across the carpet
You're just in time to watch the fire burn
It seems a crime but your face is bright,
you love it. All the time
I get the exhilaration but when you look down
and see the sheer stupidity of the roller coaster
just staring you in the face as blank and inescapable
as the slab of concrete below
Just waiting to catch you, to crush you, your falling body, your skull
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