| Song | Bizarre Cosmic Industries |
| Artist | The Kovenant |
| Album | Nexus Polaris |
| So I reach inside the raging galaxy | |
| And grab some small glittering oddity | |
| Such a creation - so crippled and deranged | |
| A tiny figure in the bizarre cosmic industry | |
| In different aspects of this circus maximus | |
| Can you truly see behind my clows mask? | |
| So like a monster jack in the box | |
| Always in search for a greater gathering | |
| Unleash the dust and unite the horrid flesh | |
| Become the craven horns for others to see | |
| So I reach inside the raging galaxy | |
| And grab some small glittering oddity | |
| Such a creation - so crippled and deranged | |
| A tiny figure in the bizarre cosmic industry | |
| In different aspects of this circus maximus | |
| Can you truly see behind my clows mask? | |
| So like a monster jack in the box | |
| Always in search for a greater gathering | |
| Welcome to the temple of fallen clowns | |
| Where the many colours of darkness reside | |
| Lifeless I sail through these ironic fashions | |
| Dressed in the flesh of the joker磗 passions | |
| On the uttermost brink of madness | |
| I strollAnd the rise of insanity - as my most precious goal | |
| Quilted in feathers, deranged and worn | |
| I fly with the flock of my vanity torn | |
| Tricking the trail of my long lost obscurity | |
| I gather me inside the artifice of eternity... |
| So I reach inside the raging galaxy | |
| And grab some small glittering oddity | |
| Such a creation so crippled and deranged | |
| A tiny figure in the bizarre cosmic industry | |
| In different aspects of this circus maximus | |
| Can you truly see behind my clows mask? | |
| So like a monster jack in the box | |
| Always in search for a greater gathering | |
| Unleash the dust and unite the horrid flesh | |
| Become the craven horns for others to see | |
| So I reach inside the raging galaxy | |
| And grab some small glittering oddity | |
| Such a creation so crippled and deranged | |
| A tiny figure in the bizarre cosmic industry | |
| In different aspects of this circus maximus | |
| Can you truly see behind my clows mask? | |
| So like a monster jack in the box | |
| Always in search for a greater gathering | |
| Welcome to the temple of fallen clowns | |
| Where the many colours of darkness reside | |
| Lifeless I sail through these ironic fashions | |
| Dressed in the flesh of the joker passions | |
| On the uttermost brink of madness | |
| I strollAnd the rise of insanity as my most precious goal | |
| Quilted in feathers, deranged and worn | |
| I fly with the flock of my vanity torn | |
| Tricking the trail of my long lost obscurity | |
| I gather me inside the artifice of eternity... |