Bizarre Cosmic Industries
so i reach inside the raging galaxy
and grab some small glittering oddity
such a creation - so crippled and deranged
a tiny figure in the bizzare cosmic industry
in different aspects of this circus maximus
can you truly see behind my clowns mask?
so like a monster jake-in-the-box
always in search for a greater gathering
unleash the dust and unite the horrid flesh
become the craven horns for others to see
so i reach inside the raging galaxy
and grab some small glittering oddity
such a creation - so crippled and deranged
a tiny figure in the bizzare cosmic industry
in different aspects of this circus maximus
can you truly see behind my clowns mask?
so like a monster jack-in-the-box
always in search for a greater gathering
welcome to the temple of fallen clowns
where the many colours of darkness reside
"lifeless i sail trough these ironic fashions
dressed in the flesh of the joker's passions
on the uttermost brink of madness i stroll
and the rise of insanity - as my most precious goal
quilted in feathers, deranged and worn
i fly with the flock of my vanity torn
tricking the trail of my long lost obscurity
i gather me inside the artifice of eternity..."
and grab some small glittering oddity
such a creation - so crippled and deranged
a tiny figure in the bizzare cosmic industry
in different aspects of this circus maximus
can you truly see behind my clowns mask?
so like a monster jake-in-the-box
always in search for a greater gathering
unleash the dust and unite the horrid flesh
become the craven horns for others to see
so i reach inside the raging galaxy
and grab some small glittering oddity
such a creation - so crippled and deranged
a tiny figure in the bizzare cosmic industry
in different aspects of this circus maximus
can you truly see behind my clowns mask?
so like a monster jack-in-the-box
always in search for a greater gathering
welcome to the temple of fallen clowns
where the many colours of darkness reside
"lifeless i sail trough these ironic fashions
dressed in the flesh of the joker's passions
on the uttermost brink of madness i stroll
and the rise of insanity - as my most precious goal
quilted in feathers, deranged and worn
i fly with the flock of my vanity torn
tricking the trail of my long lost obscurity
i gather me inside the artifice of eternity..."
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Writer(s): Stian Andre Hinderson, Amund Svensson
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