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Psycore - Carnival Of Vulgarity lyrics
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 screamPsycore - Carnival Of Vulgarity - http://motolyrics.com/psycore/carnival-of-vulgarity-lyrics.html
 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.











