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.
 And 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.
 Lonley he walks, outcast of shame.
 Fearful and spat on yet respected for his name.
 Marked by the blade to be known by sight
 as a walking dead man for a crime pitch black as night.
 Come and see the blade of wicked irony
 Join the crowd of hunger for the joy of the carnival of discust
 Come and see the blade of wicked irony
 Join the crowd of hunger. For the joy of the carnival of discust