Carnival of Broken Mirrors
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Carnival of Broken Mirrors
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Lyrics
The Carnival of Broken Mirrors is the labyrinth of the soul, where glass does not reflect truth but distortion. Each fractured image is a wound of the psyche, a reminder of the pieces we refuse to claim. In this theater of shadows, the bleeding clown is not master nor guide, but the dark residue of the ego—hungry, mocking, and merciless. He chases the wanderer not to teach, but to devour what clings to illusion. Yet those who endure his laughter, those who survive the hunt, may discover that truth is not in the mirror, but in what survives when the mirror shatters...
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Verse 1
Step inside, the gaslamps flicker,
Velvet curtains drip with stains.
Mirrors grin with fractured faces,
Every shard whispers your name!
Pre-Chorus
Painted smiles rot under powder and chalk,
The clown bleeds red through his teeth.
Your shadow bends where it doesn’t belong
Pray the glass won’t learn to breathe!
Chorus
Carnival of broken mirrors!
Twisted glass, haunted eyes!
In the hall where your soul disfigures,
Hear the laughter that never dies!
Carnival of broken mirrors!
Dance with ghosts dressed in rust!
The clown will carve you a portrait
Made of blood, shards and trust
Verse 2
Top hats hide the worms inside them,
Ladies waltz with severed hands.
Every step, the floorboards whisper,
Every glance your death is planned.
Pre-Chorus
The clown hunts slow with a blade made of glass,
Dragging chains across the floor.
Your face stares back from a hundred frames
But none of them are yours.
Chorus
Carnival of broken mirrors!
Twisted glass, haunted eyes!
In the hall where your soul disfigures,
Hear the laughter that never dies!
Carnival of broken mirrors!
Dance with ghosts dressed in rust!
The clown will carve you a por-trait
Made of blood, shards and trust!
Bridge
"Step right up, to the chamber divine,
Trade your reflection for the end of your spine.
The hymn of knives, the choir of screams,
The clown baptizes in shattered dreams."
Breakdown
Scream the litany backwards!
P is for Pain, M is for Masks!
Every mirror is a coffin of light
And the clown won’t let you pass!
Chorus
Carnival of broken mirrors!
Twisted glass, haunted eyes!
In the hall where your soul disfigures,
Hear the laughter that never dies!
Carnival of broken mirrors!
Dance with ghosts dressed in rust!
The clown will carve you a portrait
Made of blood - shards and trust!
Outro
The clown is waiting…
In the Carnival of Broken Mirrors.
Clown laughter