Dollars make the world spin round The cities spinning with tops until they soon fall down Topsy turvy We've peaked too early The spider isn't moving Flick of the web Still not moving The sunrise is soon These eyes are out of control Spinning and closing Opening and moving Marching bands play in the distance Out of tune Out of sync The skies have turned pink The purple clouds begin to dance in the blue light This ghost town where the animals don't come around Voices far ahead No one alive to hears what they said This anxiety hits again Someone's watching you close by Above your head they hover Behind the pages they sit Smiling Grinning Bloodstained teeth greet the dark The sunrise begins The smiles disappear In the space of these white walls Leave a lane for disabled fear