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