Look What the Clowns Found [feat Of Sins and Shadows]

Walking through this forsaken place,
Fear etched clearly on his face,
Rusting supports to the high top squeak,
His courage, once strong, begins to get weak,
Leaves rustle on the ground behind him,
The light in this place is way too dim,
Dusty bones of an elephant rattle,
As the wind and the canvas battle,
He looks down at something shiny on the floor,
It seems to be the handle of a secret door,
Open it up to see whats inside,
Wondering what this abandon circus has to hide,
The steps are steep,
Lower and lower you creep,
The last step lets out a long creak,
The room looks like that of a freak,
Jars of eye fill one shelf,
It looks like they stare at theirself,
Walk deeper still into this place of Hell,
Behind you the trap door has fell,
You look around to see what has cause it,
The last thing you said was "O' shit..."

You see my face covered in paint,
Your body feels numb and you're about to faint,
I guess I'm a little to scary for you,
Does my hatchet worry you?
My hatchet as shiny and sharp it may be,
It makes all little bigot fucks flee away from me,
You’re trapped no where to go,
How would you like to die?
Choked until your head turns blue?
Or chopped into many pieces?
You turn away and try to run,
But its too late I’m having way to much fun,
I take my trusty hatchet and swing at your neck,
Your head goes flying and blood shoots everywhere,
Your body runs around like a beheaded chicken,
I chuck my hatchet at your once more,
And your arm is sliced off,
My once shiny hatchet now dripping with blood,
The once curious boy now lies in a crimson puddle,
He learned his lesson the hard way:
You never know what the shadows may bring you…