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I wake up to another day filled with no hope.
Anger and despair are the only things left to live for.
With the whole world like a carnival of unfortunate souls.
There's no point in believing since there's no escape.

With a soul trapped in Pandora's Box,
There wouldn't be anything but despair at the end.
My soul is sold to the Devil in the carnival of souls,
Where the way to live is pleasure myself and become dominant.

In the discord part inside my corrupted mind,
My darkest desires and fantasies revel in dark joy.
The sins I've caused are covered by whorish pleasure
While I kill others sadistically just to be in control.

Many things had abandoned me to die...
So why should I let them stop me to get spat in the eye?
When I hear someone cry out to be taken advantage of,
I take my revenge out upon them for satisfaction.

My life is like among those of the hated in the carnival,
But what do they know about having a soul sold to the Devil?
There's no one but my own hands to do the dirty work
And protect myself from being taken advantage of.

Blood and gore are spilled like cannons shooting through a wall.
But I don't care whether or not it's my right to kill.
The carnival just uses us poor unfortunate souls
To entertain the fucking real monsters out there!