Welcome to a world of fun

A carnival of toys and guns

Nobody wins, we’re quivering

The only prize is you can’t leave…


All these clowns are made of masks—

You become what you paint on your faces

And behind your lies you find

The kaleidoscope of your mind.


Step right up and feel the magic

Evil sin—round and round and round so hypnotic

We’re all stuck, dangling upside down ‘til the ride comes

Crashing down—out of luck, we’re stuck in this carnival.


Trapped inside a house of mirrors

(The selfishness behind your fear)

You’re staring like you’re in a trance

The only crime is thinking you had a chance


Put on your glasses and see the color,

Outside the machines that eat your dollars

Welcome to a world of fun

A carnival of toys and guns.


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