Stranded Carnival Shroud
Lashing a curse in the cold acid rain
Carving a smile with the blade of delusion
Colors bright but the smell is the same
The stench of puke that feeds your illusion remains
Whatever comes on the wind of promise
Shall bear the bliss of a thousand curses
Beneath a sulphur sky we’re drowning
We are the breed of an howling furnace
Fed by the tears of the muted masses
Beneath a carnival shroud we’re choking
Grey days replaced by plastic
Colors explode in a million of scars
Grit smiles stained by perpetual disease
Soulsick ride on the brink of suicide
The carnival shroud
Omissis
Sulphur and honey merge
The carnival shroud
Relentless
Merciless chokehold
The struggle for at least some peace
Keeps tearing the senses apart
Can’t wait for a remedy
Now it’s better to ignore
Can’t control what is growing in me
Or this cursed lore
