Slipping, tapping, sling of the toes
Dancing in the ambulances glow
Flashing red and blue, a pulsing strobe
On and off, a flip-book look for those who ebb and flow
It's fine, it's fine and heaven's what they thought it'd be
Silver, glitter and gold leaf
If you wonder why, they believe the old lie
It's good, it's right to die
A contract, a creed or a code
Attracted by the smell of blood in you
A carnival of violence for sure
A carnival of red and black and blue