Hypnotic eyesnStaring at you through the dead of nightnTake refuge in the treesnAnd beg pleasenOh please just let me survivenThis is my kind of placenWhere creatures crawl under your skinnAnd everywhere are claws like bladesnThat cut you when your soul is savednnOh you would, wouldn't younTrade tour daggers in for tarantula perfume nThey could have come in usenThrough the next clearing lies your impending doomnThis is my kind of placenWhere creatures crawl under your skinnAnd everywhere are claws like bladesnThat cut you when your soul is savednnYour soul is saved only if you saynCall me the king of designnWith no specific plans in mindnStep right up, step right upnTest your luck, test your lucknDive right in, dive right innThis sea of flesh is sink or swimnnYou can call me the king of designnWith no specific plans in mindnWe're all a part of this traveling shownWe're all a part of this traveling shownWith nowhere to gonWe're all a part of this traveling shownWe're all a part of this traveling shownWith nowhere to gonnThis is my kind of placenWhere creatures crawl under your skinnAnd everywhere are claws like bladesnThat cut you when your soul is saved