Spinning On the Merry-Go-Round

It's when your mind is racing It's when your thoughts contrast It's when your spinning on a Merry-Go-Round Nothing seems to last Spinning round and round The thoughts begin to rise The wind brushing on your face My mind It carries no lies As I start to fly faster Around and around it goes My mind starts to shut down It's like my brain has froze Starting to go blank I see blurs of brown and gold This is the end for me I am Gods to hold