Scream the sin
Taste the prophesy abondoned
in combat of mortals young-
bled in their own kin,
Physcho comes to town
Circus loves him...
loves his circus,yeah.
Damn those damned
Sought in appreciation -naive
lost, your soul'd
weeping for the creeping
Yearning- learning-a quiteus reaping.
It's a masquarade-masquarade
Mask, mask, masking
Parade
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