When the air is right,
And the screams are ringing,
The rip will create,
Onto the crate you’ll be clinging.

On that rollercoaster there,
You’ll be in for a scare,
You’ll be doing far away,
I’ve warned you: “Beware”.

That rip is a portal,
To a parallel world,
Once you have entered,
Your terrors unfurled.

Isolation from joy,
Just sadness and fear,
A desolate land,
No-one is here.