FicWad

I'm the top freak at the freak show.
Captain of a sunken ship, trying to sail to the edge of the world.
My directions weren't the great, we were last in line.
The kings of the hill, where we lay under the stars,
Wishing we could fly, like Peter Pan over the blinding city lights.
Take a route, not the fast road,
On the hilltop is where it all began, the moment is what I figured from the start.
We're at the top of the world and nothing can come up from underground and drag us down.
Underneath the burning skylines, it all makes sense.
Bottles hung from the trees, all the ghost from your past,
Hanging in the wind, the ghost of everyone's past.
Tastes like candy,
With sadness as the main ingredient.

Dead flowers and cheap champagne,
Ferris wheel rides and dancing in the rain.
What a perfect night for us.
The world is ending,
It's coming from the horizon.
The sun is setting on us,
And the darkness is rising.

Apocalyptic disaster,
The disease is spreading faster.
Like the black plague,
We're all crumbling down.
The ship is sinking,
And we're all just going to drown.
Face plastered with frowns,
And tears.

It's this town,
It started this all,
Beneath the skyline,
We're ready for the brawl.