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The Dark Carnival
written by anotefromacutter11:52 PM 4/19/05This is the place,
where everyone belongs.
The place,
where everyone can share a bong.
This is the place,
where the Juggalos gather.
NO where else,
where I would rather
escape from the everyday hell.
The boring people,
the churches ringing bells.
In the Dark Carnival,
everyone is different.
Different personalities,
different realities.
In this place,
I finally can belong.
Dont question the blood on this axe,
it comes from the neck of your little brother.
Dont come near me,
it is Us that you bother.
With all your fancy clothes,
and all your dazzling jewelry.
Lets head on down the road,
where we can all go and rob the brewery.
I feel like I can do anything,
and be anyone.
Because my life is not that fun,
but when I turn the volume button.
It all goes away,
listening to songs about gutting.
Dont question the blood on my hands,
as it comes from you fucks,
before this all started,
there wasnt anybody telling me to hang on.
I had nobody,
to tell about my dark realities.
This is the place.
This is The Dark Carnival. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by *Crimson~Regret*666 (4-20-2005 - 12:00 AM)
| This fuckin' kicks ass, MMCL ~*~Janie-- ChiTownz Juggalette~*~ |
by snoopy (4-20-2005 - 12:52 AM)
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