Greeting, welcome to the gypsy of fortunes   Your coin was very much appreciated   And now I shall grant you your future      It seems my cards of Tarot have dealt you a very odd hand   A hand of six jokers card, this is very rare   And suggest something neusant is approaching   You should be visited by a dark circus   A circus that holds pain and anguish      This traveling mass of evil will leave your corpse to rot   While entrapping your soul to displayed at future stops   Oh, yes, you should also be aware that it is your own evil doings   That have brought about this carnival's visit      All of the sins and hatred you have cast during your life   Have whipped and spun into form, the form of one   One who leads this gruesome parade of pain into your life   One sinister beast, one known only as Ringmaster      Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the museum, the wax museum   Thousands of dead souls covered in wax   All of the rare exhibits you are about to encounter   Are strange and wondrous creations of the one   And the only leader of them all   So both dead and undead, please welcome the Ringmaster   Purpose, question, kill      The ICP is of the Ringmaster   And the Ringmaster's of the attunes of mankind   Gya, motherfucker, now you gotta face your worst enemy   And that's yourself   Every wicked thing you've ever done has come back now   And it's gonna whip your little ass, bitchboy      Us, we're just clowns   We just work for the Ringmaster   With the wave of his magic wand   I step forward, wind back   And swing this battle axe   Upside your motherfucking head, ooh      So step right up 'cause the Ringmaster   Takes you on the ride of your life   Horror and fear, smiles and tears   And oh, ever so over do      The Ringmaster rises up and lifts across the sky   Through the forest and down the river   Along the valley, over the hill   And down the trail and up the sidewalk   Only to surprise you and yours   At your very front door, let's go, motherfuckers