Children playing with fire and ice
Not aware that they're fed with lies
Falling over when reason dies

And it's a merry-go-round, I find
Years repeating till death is kind
Buried deeper in holes that bind

Down, down it goes, down to the river downstream
Stand tall in a pretty red dress
Make faces with diamonds and pearls and then
Round and round you go round the bend
Round and round you go till it ends

Change is never going to be easy
Voices always going unheard
Turning up too late to the party
Leaving without saying a word

Down, down it goes, down to the river downstream
Stand tall in a pretty red dress
Make faces with diamonds and pearls and then
Round and round you go round the bend
Round and round you go till it ends

The road is empty, the sky is black
Makes no sense to be turning back
Strange behaviour turns to attack