(Ladies, gentlemen, and those of you still undecided... make yourselves comfortable. we’ve been waiting for you.)

(Verse 1)

Slip through the velvet, like a sinner on display,

Your ticket bleeds secrets, from the sins you betray.

Gears grind like sermons, in a rust‑bitten choir,

And the carousel spins, like a god set on fire.

The ringmaster’s grin, is a gold‑plated lie,

Selling whispers and nightmares, you’re aching to buy.

(Chorus)

Welcome, welcome to the Carnival of Sins,

Where the ride never ends and the devil still wins.

We’ve got mirrors for vanity, games for your greed,

We’ll feed you the hunger, but never the need.

Yeah, the lights keep on screaming and the music is loud,

Come get lost in the shadows, that swallow the crowd,

In the Carnival of Sins.

(Verse 2)

Swing the hammer of pride, till your bones give way,

Hear the cracked bell laugh, at the price you’ll pay.

The fortune‑teller mocks, every scar on your hand,

While the snake‑charmer’s tune, is a threat to withstand.

I didn’t stumble here; I planted the seed,

Watered it with whiskey, and harvested the greed.

(Chorus)

Welcome, welcome to the Carnival of Sins,

Where the ride never ends, and the devil still grins.

We’ve got mirrors for vanity, games for your greed,

We’ll feed you the hunger, but starve out the need.

Yeah, the lights keep on flashing, and the music is loud,

Come get swallowed alive, by the roar of the crowd,

In the Carnival of Sins.

(Guitar Solo)

(Bridge)

The tempo spikes, the spotlight spins

My debts, my deals, my secret sins.

You’re just a guest, in this chaos I’ve made,

A kingdom built, from my masquerade.

I’m the barker, the baker, the soul‑taker too

And the best seat in this house, belongs to you.

(Chorus)

Welcome, welcome to the Carnival of Sins,

Where the ride never ends and the devil still wins.

We’ve got mirrors for vanity, games for your greed,

We’ll feed you the hunger, but never the need.

Yeah, the lights keep on screaming and the music is loud,

Come get lost in the shadows, that swallow the crowd,

In the Carnival of Sins.

(Outro)

The sun’s coming up but the sky’s staying black

(Carnival of Sins...)

Don’t look in the mirror, don’t ever look back

(Carnival of Sins...)

The tent is collapsing, the freaks are all gone

But the carnival, baby... the carnival carries on.