Carnival Of Disgust

Behind the veil of destiny
The path might turn in sudden twists of irony
Night turns to day, dark turns to light
End to beginning on the other side of right

Wielder of steel, tier of ropes
The hooded slayer without shame and without hope
Sentenced to death but slipped away
To live the role of a hangman at display

Come see the play of wicked irony
Join the crowd of hunger
For the joy of the carnival of disgust

Lonely he walks, outcast of shame
Fearful and spat on yet respected for his name
Marked by the blade to be known at sight
As a walking dead man for a crime pitch black as night

Come see the play of wicked irony
Join the crowd of hunger
For the joy of the carnival of disgust

Come see the play of wicked irony
Join the crowd of hunger
For the joy of the arnival of disgust