Clowns with your eyes bleeding
horses and unicornios blacks in the human carousel
are your soul guide juggling made with fingers and heads
cotton candy of brains and nostrils
a panic song plays around

try to find the exit is her death a challenge, survive
the worst wish there is mercy
run, run fast

{Psycho Circus
they want your soul
everything is real, beyond their
despair made with milled parts
the psycho circus}

founded to kill and abduct souls
the black candle goes off and starts the ''serial killer''
that's your nightmare circus overcome
their fears

there's no way out, because the only way out is his death