I listen to my own screams as the clowns

Carnival comes once a year,
Cannibals and Corpses all almost here,
This place reeks the stench of fear,
The smell of carnage, blood, and beer.

Carrion dancer plays his sober tunes,
Marionette of corpses dancing doom,
Listen to the strum of this interlude,
Dance of death will come for you!

No smiles here or laugh of joy,
Evil clowns using children as toys,
The crunching sound of an eaten boy,
Sadistic laughs behind teeth of alloy.

Hair of fire in darkness they dwell,
Burnt and rotting flesh is all I smell,
A curse and a nightmarish hell,
My disembody head is oddly well.

They cut you down and you won't bleed,
Doomed to live for all of eternity,
I fall into the swirling darkness of  insanity,
I listen to my own screams as the clowns feed on me!