The Stranded - Carnival Shroud

Lashing a curse in the cold acid rain Carving a smile with the blade of delusion Colors bright but the smell is the same The stench of puke that feeds your illusion remains Whatever comes on the wind of promise Shall bear the bliss of a thousand curses Beneath a sulphur sky we’re drowning We are the breed of an howling furnace Fed by the tears of the muted masses Beneath a carnival shroud we’re choking Grey days replaced by plastic Colors explode in a million of scars Grit smiles stained by perpetual disease Soul-sick ride on the brink of suicide The carnival shroud Omissis Sulphur and honey merge The carnival shroud Relentless Merciless chokehold The struggle for at least some peace Keeps tearing the senses apart Can’t wait for a remedy Now it’s better to ignore Can’t control what is growing in me Or this cursed lore