Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
Gather in, tightly
If you're waiting to enter, then, approach
A world which encapsulates nightmares and fascinates
Lies just beyond the safety of sight
And will captivate
Might we tickle your fancy and expose
The pearls which we can
Enter naive and so innocent
But, you'll leave here, a man
I ask you; who has the filaments?
Admission goes here, in this
Porcelain can, or entrees on me
If you'll only oblige
To shake a poor sinnеr's hand