La-

dies

and

gen-

tel-

man,

wel-

come

to

the

freak-

show!

The

world

a-

roud

is

kill-

ing

me.

No

thun-

der,

wind

and

rain.

Eel

are

craw-

ling

eve-

ry-

where

Com-

pound-

ing

with

the

game.

Grind

my

ar-

my,

the

liv-

ing

dead,

with-

out

des-

ti-

na

-

tion.

The

face-

less

crowd

is

out

to

kill

all

kinds

of

va-

ri-

a

-

tion.

You're

try-

ing

to

tram-

ple

down

my

dreams

A

shot

in

the

dark.

Mys-

te-

ri-

a

the

spi-

rit

a-

ri-

sing

El-

drich

cries

form

the

hill.

Mys-

te-

ri-

a

fi-

res

are

bla-

zing

Their

wick-

ed

feast

is

shat-

ter-

ing

the

still.

Se-

ven

days

and

nights

a

week

Spin-

ning

like

a

weel.

You

try

to

buck-

le,

bend

and

break

And

pol-

ish

stain-

less

steel.

Rag-

ing

fu-

ry

in

the

sky

burn-

ingwith

de-

si-

re.

Self

de-

ter-

mi-

na

-

tion

ris-

ing

from

the

fi

-

re.

You're

try-

ing

to

tram-

ple

down

my

dreams

My

dis-

da-

in-

ed.

Be-

ware

of

the

dif-

ference

You're

sav-

age

and

mean.

Mys-

te-

ri-

a

the

spi-

rit

a-

ri-

sing

El-

drich

cries

form

the

hill.

Mys-

te-

ri-

a

fi-

res

are

bla-

zing

Their

wick-

ed

feast

is

shat-

ter-

ing

the

still.

E-

vil

is

the

drea

-

mer

to

pit

him-

self

A-

gainst

the

for-

ces

of

the

tide.

You

pay

the

seer

to

por

-

tray

What

you

wan-

na

hear

what

he

has

seen

that

night.

Oh

un-

ho-

ly

is

the

feast

Watch

un

dance

a-

round

the

bla-

zing

hell-

fi-

re.

And

Lu-

ci-

fer

a-

ris-

es

he

ap-

pears

at

my

de-

si-

re.

Mys-

te-

ri-

a

the

spi-

rit

a-

ri-

sing

El-

drich

cries

form

the

hill.

Mys-

te-

ri-

a

fi-

res

are

bla-

zing

Their

wick-

ed

feast

is

shat-

ter-

ing

the

still.

Mys-

te-

ri-

a

the

spi-

rit

a-

ri-

sing

El-

drich

cries

form

the

hill.

Mys-

te-

ri-

a

fi-

res

are

bla-

zing

Their

wick-

ed

feast

is

shat-

ter-

ing

the

still.