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Carnival of Carnage (Insane Clown Posse) · Misanthropic Carnage (Severe Torture) · Goremageddon: The Saw and the Carnage Done (Aborted) · Wacken Carnage (Bloodbath) · Works of Carnage (Krisiun) · Carnival of Carnage (Insane Clown Posse) · Ski Wintergrooves - Mixed by Carnage (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Carnival of Carnage (Insane Clown Posse) · Misanthropic Carnage [Bonus Tracks] (Severe Torture) · Carnage in Worlds Beyond (Enthroned) – and 90 other albums »


the shadows 
This ain't a game 
We're coming by stealth 
You know I got wealth 
Brain carnage self 
THERE'S no return
Speeding neck and neck with my own
the shadows 
This ain't a game 
We're coming by stealth 
You know I got wealth 
Brain carnage self 
THERE'S no return
Speeding neck and neck with my own
The clarion call of battle sounds,
Iron gleams in baleful flame,
Slaughter shines from misted eyes,
Storm-forged blade drink deep.
Stench of carnage fires
clatter
Fill their senses with cement
Watch the people scatter
One by one, one by one

Pulled to bits in silence
Left rotting on the ground
Slowly pulled
machine to kill all
I leave carnage in my wake
Choking bleeding for your life
Faceless prey has been erased
Silence reigns you're dead now

Holy cross
are deaf to the sound of sense
I've tried to beat it in
place
Desecrating your sense of dignity, but of course in the end, it's all a
Matter of distaste

Your values mollified, severed by clean, precise
Amusement parks are caked with sounds
A solid hunk of meat
A barker's sweat flings from his tongue
His tattoo shines with heat
A wary stranger
I walk away from from light and sound, down stairways leading underground
 
But still the warmth flows through me
And I sense you know me well
some sense
Out of the world
Everything I ever lost
Now has been returned
In the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard

We got language so we can't
some sense out of the world
Everything I ever lost, now has been returned
In the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard

We got language so we can't
that made some sense out of the world
Everything I ever lost, now has been returned
In the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard

We got language so we
Written by Caffey
Manic senses overloaded
Frantic fun day a la moded
Always falling on my face
But I need to stay in hyperspace
I AM SPINNING
Run by, don't turn back
Can't hide from the look in her eye

You'll find you're locked in her spell
All the sights and sounds
Your senses will be
Spirits free to kill again !"
"And the Phantasmagoria becomes reality! I see the bridge, I hear the hooves of Metal sound, My Fathers and Forefathers have
back
Can't hide from that look in her eyes

You'll find your locked in her spell all the sights and sounds
Your senses will be found
That only time will
Subway sounds, the sounds of complaint
The smell of acid on his gun of paint.
As it carves out anger in a blood-red band,
Destroyed tomorrow by
Subway sounds, the sounds of complaint
The smell of acid on his gun of paint.
As it carves out anger in a blood-red band,
Destroyed tomorrow by
to move
The sound of voices humming in my ear

Do I believe in wonders?
Do I believe in dreams?
Have I been touched by spirits
Finding me when I'm
Drifting about through the cauliflower trees
With a cauliflower ear for the birds
The Squadron assembled what senses they had
And this is the sound that
I was drawn by the sirens of Titan
Carried along by their call
Seeking for a way to enlighten
Searching for the sense of it all

Like a kiss
Alone I sit, no one to call or take my dead end. 
Round and round I wander, this enduring consequence. 
Surrounded in my tomb by sounds that don't make
downwards 

One by one her senses die 
The memories fade 
And leave her eyes 
Still seeing worlds that never were 
And one by one the bright birds leave
downwards

One by one her senses die
The memories fade
And leave her eyes
Still seeing worlds that never were
And one by one the bright birds leave her
Geezers need excitement
If there lives don't provide them they stay incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Geezers need excitement
If