Versuri Psycroptic - Carnival of Vulgarity
Album: Psycroptic - Initiation
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.