• so welcome to the carnival of misfits
    and where the insane thrive
    so sit back and relax
    enjoys the tortures of fame and fortune.

    seeing other people with a s**t eating smile on their face
    in this life and heart of mine, i feel like a disgrace.
    catatonic memories plaster these city streets making
    it look so vague and gray
    to in which we so blindly walk every single day
    guessing every step of the way

    hoping to see a new light open in your eyes
    but your thoughts clouded by the taint and stink of this world
    shrouded in the by the hate and agony of us all
    after we gather and praise the pigs that stand fat and tall

    we all fall on the cracks of our past mistakes
    so bow down to the idols we try to justify
    into words of benevolence,
    describing the miserable and the misunderstood
    with in a disfigured vanity sits a weeping maid
    praying that someday that the lies and propaganda
    will and a fade away

    so welcome to the carnival of misfits
    and where the insane thrive
    so sit back and relax
    enjoys the tortures of fame and fortune.