Bizarre Cosmic Industries

So i reach inside the raging galaxy
And grab some small glittering oddity
Such a creation – so crippled and deranged
tiny figure in the bizzare cosmic industry
In different aspects of this circus maximus
Can you [bad word] see behind my clowns mask?
So like a monster jake-in-the-box
Always in search for a greater gathering

Unleash the dust and unite the horrid flesh
 [bad word] the craven horns for others to see

So i reach inside the raging galaxy
And grab some small glittering oddity
Such a creation – so crippled and deranged
tiny figure in the bizzare cosmic industry
In different aspects of this circus maximus
Can you [bad word] see behind my clowns mask?
So like a monster jack-in-the-box
Always in search for a greater gathering

 [bad word] to the temple of fallen clowns
Where the many colours of darkness reside

"Lifeless i sail trough these ironic fashions
Dressed in the flesh of the joker's passions
On the uttermost brink of madness i stroll
And the rise of insanity – as my most precious goal
Quilted in feathers, deranged and worn
I fly with the flock of my vanity torn
Tricking the trail of my long lost obscurity
I gather me inside the artifice of eternity..."