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