In the carnival is a sunlit stage
For the old of heart and the young of age
Every hidden part will be on display
In the carnival on a sunlit stage

Now I know [bad word] from a darkened place
But I'll never know how it feels to face
Your own epitaph, on a summers day
As the sun shines with a ceaseless grace

You're surrounded by hungry scavengers
That take the greatest care to befriend you first
As the [bad word] up they are well rehearsed
Then the sun goes down and the roles reverse

But in the carnival is a sunlit stage
Never in the dark of a morning failed
Your own audience will decide your fate
In a carnival on a sunlit stage.