Carnies [Clockwork Angels Tour] Rush

Under the gaze of the eight elms
A spectacle like you've never seen:
Spinning lights and faces
Demon music and gypsy queens!

The glint of iron wheels!
The bodies spin in a clockwork dance!
Oh, the smell of flint and steel!
A wheel of fate, a game of chance!

How I pray just to get away
To carry me anywhere
Sometimes the angels punish us
By answering our prayers
By answering our prayers...

The face of naked evil
Turns a young boy's blood to ice;
(Indistinguishable)
Such a dangerous device
The glint of iron wheels!
The bodies spin in a clockwork dance!
Oh, the smell of flint and steel!
A wheel of fate, a game of chance!

Oh, shout toward the crowd;
Laughed elation ringing loud!
(Indistinguishable) marks in the hands of the innocent
The angry crowd moves towards him with malintent