I know that for a fact.
Theres Creatures of a different kind!
And bodies hang on racks.
There's children holding hatchets
And mothers wielding guns.
There's always such a racket
And the colors all blur; there never is just one.
There's clowns juggling heads
And puppets crying blood.
Nothing's ever left unsaid
It causes such a mental flood.
You wouldn't like it in my mind; i know that for a fact.
Cause, honey, once you enter, there is no going back.