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Cannibal Carnival

from January by Tonight We Sing

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As I'm wandering on this sidewalk looking for comradery,
Haunted by the midnight lights and the noises in the trees,
My reflection in the window seems to not be going my way,
I hope the morning will come with an escape.

The water in this gutter is carrying this city's ache,
Poisoned by their dirty thoughts and the zombies in their heads,
Here even the rats are sick and the infection never sleeps,
I hope the morning will come with an escape.
I hope the morning will come with an escape.

They are hungry, they are free, they are equal.
They're in the middle of a process, they leave no rest.
It's an endless open feast, a reunion of starving souls,
The long awaited cannibal carnival.

The pouring rain covers me with the naughty smell of hell,
It’s flooding all the pastures green, drowning every field of wheat.
I can feel it on my face, on every curves of my back,
And it's just sinking through my eyes like a twisted razor blade.
It got me tears of rancid blood drying slowly on my cheek,
And it's blackening my nails, it's eating up my lungs,
And the silhouettes around me are getting easier to see,
I hope the morning will come with an escape.
I hope the morning will come with an escape.

They are hungry, they are free, they are equal.
They're in the middle of a process, they leave no rest.
It's an endless open feast, a reunion of starving souls,
The long awaited cannibal carnival.

I remember the bite, but I still don't feel
What they call hunger, what they call strength.
They say there's a chair for me at the table of the free,
That the appetite will come when the day is gone.

We are the individual, oh so intolerable,
A modern days disease, what you'll never ever wanna be.
There's nothing in this world
To stop the resurrection of the very dead and gone.

They are hungry, they are free, they are equal.
They're in the middle of a process, they leave no rest.
It's an endless open feast, a reunion of starving souls,
The long awaited cannibal carnival.

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from January, released February 3, 2014

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Folk-punk band from France.

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