| Song | Carnival Shroud |
| Artist | The Stranded |
| Album | Survivalism Boulevard |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lashing a curse in the cold acid rain | |
| Carving a smile with the blade of delusion | |
| Colors bright but the smell is the same | |
| The stench of puke that feeds your illusion remains | |
| Whatever comes on the wind of promise | |
| Shall bear the bliss of a thousand curses | |
| Beneath a sulphur sky we’re drowning | |
| We are the breed of an howling furnace | |
| Fed by the tears of the muted masses | |
| Beneath a carnival shroud we’re choking | |
| Grey days replaced by plastic | |
| Colors explode in a million of scars | |
| Grit smiles stained by perpetual disease | |
| Soul-sick ride on the brink of suicide | |
| The carnival shroud | |
| Omissis | |
| Sulphur and honey merge | |
| The carnival shroud | |
| Relentless | |
| Merciless chokehold | |
| The struggle for at least some peace | |
| Keeps tearing the senses apart | |
| Can’t wait for a remedy | |
| Now it’s better to ignore | |
| Can’t control what is growing in me | |
| Or this cursed lore |
| Lashing a curse in the cold acid rain | |
| Carving a smile with the blade of delusion | |
| Colors bright but the smell is the same | |
| The stench of puke that feeds your illusion remains | |
| Whatever comes on the wind of promise | |
| Shall bear the bliss of a thousand curses | |
| Beneath a sulphur sky we' re drowning | |
| We are the breed of an howling furnace | |
| Fed by the tears of the muted masses | |
| Beneath a carnival shroud we' re choking | |
| Grey days replaced by plastic | |
| Colors explode in a million of scars | |
| Grit smiles stained by perpetual disease | |
| Soulsick ride on the brink of suicide | |
| The carnival shroud | |
| Omissis | |
| Sulphur and honey merge | |
| The carnival shroud | |
| Relentless | |
| Merciless chokehold | |
| The struggle for at least some peace | |
| Keeps tearing the senses apart | |
| Can' t wait for a remedy | |
| Now it' s better to ignore | |
| Can' t control what is growing in me | |
| Or this cursed lore |
| Lashing a curse in the cold acid rain | |
| Carving a smile with the blade of delusion | |
| Colors bright but the smell is the same | |
| The stench of puke that feeds your illusion remains | |
| Whatever comes on the wind of promise | |
| Shall bear the bliss of a thousand curses | |
| Beneath a sulphur sky we' re drowning | |
| We are the breed of an howling furnace | |
| Fed by the tears of the muted masses | |
| Beneath a carnival shroud we' re choking | |
| Grey days replaced by plastic | |
| Colors explode in a million of scars | |
| Grit smiles stained by perpetual disease | |
| Soulsick ride on the brink of suicide | |
| The carnival shroud | |
| Omissis | |
| Sulphur and honey merge | |
| The carnival shroud | |
| Relentless | |
| Merciless chokehold | |
| The struggle for at least some peace | |
| Keeps tearing the senses apart | |
| Can' t wait for a remedy | |
| Now it' s better to ignore | |
| Can' t control what is growing in me | |
| Or this cursed lore |