Carnival of Vulgarity

Psychrist

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    There's a town somewhere inside someone's dreams
    A place where nothing is as it seems
    There's no record of it in any book
    For those who go (there) never return
    In this place, there's a fairground run by clowns,
    Controls the town
    Don't try to run- the clowns will come
    Many people pass through here as they chase their destiny
    They will stop and never want for things of life again
    The fairground it costs no-one, blindly inside they are drawn
    People driven by a call
    Come, come inside, come inside, come inside, come
    Like moths that are drawn to flame
    These people enter the grounds of pain
    From outside they see such fun
    If they knew how would they run
    What they see (is) illusion, blinded by this desire
    They wish to laugh and scream
    Welcome to the Carnival of Vulgarity
    It will reinforce the existence of evil in this world for them
    They will cry tears- of- Blood!
    It seems tame 'til they're chained
    By the clowns that are holding their kids
    They're led down into the ground
    Minds drowning in pools of fear
    Down they go, there's a hall
    Rowed with seats, they've placed before
    The overlord of the fair. He says this-
    "You know that you're going to be here forever.
    Your children will be used for breeding, to sustain the system. You will learn to suffer silently- for this is your fate."
    They are told their golden rules
    And guided to their new abode
    Used for the purposes of old, to attract the new
    Tied to rides and nailed to ferris wheels
    The pain it seeps, the screams so real.

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