Welcome one welcome all to this everloving fright of a fest you've never seen a crowd so wild they're tearing off their clothes throwing hats in the air who ever gave a damn about style now applause roaring out for our crew extraordinaire gathered from the very edges of the globe there's never been a band of freaks and monsters so aparte what god created them I wouldn't want to know now see our lady of the winds see her soaring through the air they say that she was born to fly but her parents clipped her wings so we sowed her up a new pair, you'll see her now taking to the sky and Mr. Membrane a very special specimen indeed his skin is said to stretch for miles if you give us time we'll show you all that ever came a'crawling from dream and nightmare alike so welcome to the show A circus of the damned a cacophony of awe For the sinners and those who simply need a little more do you feel alive? We can help, simply come inside and see The magic theatre, open now, for madmen exclusively Now the lovely twins ethereal, so elegant and mild, joined together by their common-beating heart they'll dance and read your mind and sing songs long-forgotten, and for your pleasure we will take them apart and the gutter-clowns a trio of exuberance and fun, they'll jump and dance now to your very hearts delight Where they came from we don't know simply that the makeup doesn't wash off no matter how hard we try Now the glutton but a hideous reflection of a man eating a thousand pounds of flesh three times a day He keeps trying but that hunger won't be sated for a second doomed to eat the beasts and years away so welcome to the show A circus of the damned a cacophony of awe For the sinners and those who simply need a little more do you feel alive? We can help, simply come inside and see The magic theatre, open now, for madmen exclusively but now ladyfolks and gentlemen we've saved the best for last you've never seen such an extraordinary sight he doesn't look like much, true, but what little you are beholding is the man whom they say cannot die they say he met the Lord himself more than 2000 years ago and ever since he has been wandering the earth until we swept him up and put him in our humble little show knowing just what a man like that is worth Now I see you don't believe me how could such a man exist unable to be shuffled off the mortal coil but worry not for your pleasure we will prove our every claim I dare anyone to put him in the soil and now, may I humbly present our final and greatest act of God the man who cannot die Saint Lazarus The carnival of souls bids you welcome on this day To a show only the wretched may attend So take a seat darling, lead your humanity astray The fun never ends We've got drinks and snacks aplenty acts from here to world's end Scratching itches you never knew you had Open up your mind now, and maybe if you're lucky We'll drive you positively mad

I was walking along one chilly Sunday morning drool dripping from the edge of my chin the smell of Friday night still hanging in my clothes when I came upon a man, old and dishevelled enveloped in blankets and old newspaper sitting on the side of the road a look of madness in his eyes he put a withered claw around my ankle looked me deep in the eye and said Bless the morning dead and gone the inhabitants of hell walking zombie-like across whatever's left of the weekend carrousel skin dripping, eyes burning tell your folks that morning is dead Kill yourself every day Wake up in the morning With a rope around your neck Work and play on the edge of a rooftop Go to bed at night With the barrel of a loaded gun Lodged between your teeth Hunt yourself to extinction Infect your wounds With dirt and grime Run headfirst into walls And sleep where the tide comes in Eat only salt and cyanide And fuck In spiders' nests And beehives Kill yourself every day And always leave a note To remind yourself in the morning That yesterday you died And today You die anew Bless the morning Dead and gone the inhabitants of hell walking zombie-like across whatever's left from the weekend carrousel skin dripping eyes burning tell your folks that morning is dead under the neon lights of a magic theatre a stranger approaches carrying himself like a silken sheet blowing through the humid midnight air as if expending no effort he looks at you with eyes like the nests of a recluse and takes your hand in his a cool cat, he calls you, drunk like a glass of water offering you strange dreams packed in white crystal you forget his name before he has even spoken it but you know him just as well before long your skin starts sloughing off a myriad of tensions let go as you speak and he reaches for the scruff of your neck with his slight and feminine paw looking deep into your eyes saying tripping is often literal watch your step Bless the morning dead and gone the inhabitants of hell walking zombie-like across whatever's left of the weekend carrousel skin dripping, eyes burning tell your folks that morning is dead tell your folks that morning is dead tell your folks that morning is dead tell your folks that morning is dead

Now you got a good look at redemption tell me what do think, see, feel deus ex machina running on empty The sword of the church's gotta run through me See the fella with the hat in the corner sucking on his thumb got the fear put in him right Got them simoniac blues in order He ain't sleeping dreaming daggers in the night Formosus, brother mine What're you doing in that chair, old boy 'tis a farce, don't you know You ain't in charge no more Three fingers given to the Synodus Horrenda drug through The streets of Rome We're under whore's rule We're under whores rule Pornocratic paranoia baby Got the old bastard dug out the ground Heresy gold and simony maybe We got enough salvation to go around Power corrupts but the lord forgives Some say the rock can't take no more Basilica burning, behold I am Peter, my shoulders adorned Apostolic purified graceful bestowed In my hand I carry the sword of Christ Three fingers for your sins I'll take Look upon me sanctifically glorified The sentence is just, damnatio memoriae Pornocratic paranoia baby Got the old bastard dug out the ground Heresy gold and simony maybe We got enough salvation to go around Power corrupts but the lord forgives So, guilty! So, remains I punish guilt! He is unpoped, and all he did I damn: The Bishop, that ordained him, I degrade Depose to lays those he raised to priests: what they have wrought is mischief nor shall stand it is confusion, let it vex no more As I revoke, annul and abrogate All his decrees in all kinds: they are void! Now, Strip me yon miscreant of those robes usurped, And clothe him with vile serge befitting such! Then hale the carrion to the market-place: Let the hangman chop from his right hand Those same three fingers which he blessed with; Next cut the head off once was crowned forsooth: And last go fling them, fingers, head and trunk, To Tiber that my Christian fish may sup! Pornocratic paranoia baby Got the old bastard dug out the ground Heresy gold and simony maybe We got enough salvation to go around Power corrupts but the lord forgives

Twelve long hours it's been Since this extravaganza of recreational self-poisoning Took its first baby steps Into a strange and unfriendly world Unwilling to welcome anything but The most vicious of venoms Known to man My insides are soaked In gin, primarily And droplets have begun to form On the roof of my belly Coalescing into great streams and rivers Of self-loathing and piss Running through rusty pipes and into leaky tanks Resting in the deep end Mixing and matching We practice Liquids and solids Little blue baby bells Rolling around in lakes of Bright green acids and fermented local produce Dissolving into nothing Sending tiny sparks of phosphorescent electricity upwards and inwards Opening those floodgates that are Never quite locked And may the gods look faithfully upon us As we stumble and fall Along dirty footpaths Beaten into well-fed soil And we love Not brilliantly, elegantly, beautifully But in empathetic excorsisms Regurtitating bucketfuls of dirty rotten sacraments down eachothers throats Refuse of care Grotesque and emaciated Muscular jaws gnawing at thin air Thick tongues slapping dry, red lips Over and over and over And over And something nameless comes tumbling down In fat chunks Hitting the ground with a thundering crash And we wake up In the dim hours of the afternoon In pools of vomit and thoroughly crushed cigarette butts And as my skin crackles and burns And the last few molecules of dopamine Fizzle out and die In deep byzantine grooves Carved on the inside of throbbing skulls I look in the mirror And see this strange, wounded animal looking back From widened bulbuous pupils Dried up snot and mucus Halted midcrawl on the side of its face Spiderleg fingers shaking with the afterburn And I think Fuck man I should do ecstasy more often

They say the time of man is over they say we've run our course we're living on borrowed time running from the sunset cashing chips we don't got and everything we ever stood for has gone and turned to shit and dust we'll see kings fall like pawns and towers crumble tune in for the age of rust the revolution will be televised! mondays and friday nights at ten 4k HD bloodshed and terror frightening the hearts of lesser men We do not fear the coming darkness we only wish to watch and learn there's a certain dirty instinct to lay back and let it burn Let it burn, let it burn Kill everyone now Condone first degree murder Advocate cannibalism Eat shit A beast is rising from the ocean they say to call it by its name a silicone creature of latex and chrome bringing sexy to the end of days some call us pre-eschatologic say we are panicking in vain there's a beauty to destruction like Shiva in the dark dancing the world away we've exchanged currency for beauty wearing tidal waves in gown volcanic ashes draping over aestheticizing eschaton We do not fear the coming darkness we only wish to watch and learn there's a certain dirty instinct to lay back and let it burn Let it burn, let it burn Kill everyone now Condone first degree murder Advocate cannibalism Eat shit Good morning America, and welcome to this special emergency broadcast from your friends at DBDC News. My name is Apeshit Eattherich, and we have just received some really exciting breaking news: it seems the Earth, known also as the world, the small blue/green planet on which we live and thrive, is going to end. Yes, folks, it is Armageddon, and we here at the DBDC news team are gonna be with you through it all. Now, no one is entirely certain why the world is ending, or what exactly is going to happen in the coming hours, but there is absolute agreement from both sides of the political spectrum on one fact: we are all going to die. Expect ashes raining from the skies in the north east, rivers of blood running through the streets, and sinners waking from the dead to claw the skin off your bones. It's gonna be exciting, that much I can assure you. Now, I've taken to the streets to ask some of this nations good people what their thoughts are. I'm standing here with a young man, Lazarus. And Lazarus, the end of days, the day of reckoning and the coming of Armageddon - what do you think? Let it burn, let it burn let it burn, let it burn