The Rusty Blade will go into my heart.
It will be my choice.
Abandon hope?
Or keep going.
What will fate choose?
I'll stay strong till the Carnival of Hypocrites dies.
I will take to the skies and strike fear.
Put a sad face on him.
As he is a freak.
Drop blood on the Circus Tent.
But they will keep going.
I'll stay strong till the Carnival of Hypocrites dies.
To be hung on a tree and laughed at.
To scream of the top of my lungs.
I will join the Carnival of Hypocrites.
Thus making me a sinner?
Take the Rusty blade out of my heart and fall to my death.
Die?
I'll stay strong till the Carnevale di ipocriti is dead.
Carnevale di ipocriti.
Whisper the words,
"Die my children."
The wind will pull me.
I'll stay strong till the Carnival of Hypocrites is dead.
Just because I cry,
does not mean I am sad.
Will I cry out my blood.
And die?
I fall into a fetal position.
I'll stay strong till the Carnival of Hypocrites dies.
