A carnival of hell where usurpers excel, people hurt and expelled
Pedophiles worshipping cells, everyone personally failed
Go on a ride into the psychedelic soul snatcher
Merry-go-round monsters...rides that roll backwards
No catharsis here we just exist to suffer flames
Swim in it with canoes, masochist that loves the pain
Mephistopheles is a counselor I consult with
A satanic fortress, gregarious occultists
All types of sorceress forces lured in
Touring this amusement park of abuse and dark
Useless larks sing about all the hueless arts
Cannabalism concession stands its not murder here
Here, its merely another form of expression
We don't know the meaning of repression
Our Id and Ego have perfect equilibrium
Shit if you doubt just ask Frued
or anyone in his Consortium
I grab your torso and play it like Accordions
With a howitzer and a Xcalibur sword that spins
In my oval of Hell only the martyrs win
Involved in Sin that could make Leviathan blush
A mind on drugs my mind knows no Love
I married Lillith in my sin-ridden afterlife....
cause admit it, afterlife half your life gets you condemned
I stumbled into a house of mirrors reflecting all your wrongs
Succubus' are the prostitutes in lingerie and thongs
Rotting addicts still attached to otherworldly bongs
We don't believe in any Eucharist or catechisms
A penance stare the breaks into my lonely cell
I might leave and rip up this Admission ticket
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