Testo Carne Levare

Can you smell the salt air
Close but never quite there
Birds are flying off course
There's no one here at the fair
I sense that I'm being led
Into the hammerhead
Its jaws are dripping with rust
That beast needs to be fed
There's no need to give me that look
I'm the one on tenterhooks

I hold onto the rail
The metal starts to fail
As soon as we reach the top
I feel the hammer drop

Can you hear the steel groan
Everyone knows the carnival eats its own