Carnivale
Or
The Symphony of Chaos
Midnight falls on Gotham City,
Known for knife and smoking gun
As in shadow stands the figure
Of myself, the only one
Who dares to watch the city burning –
But why should I have all the fun?
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A playing card is in one hand,
A symbol of what I have done
The other grips my precious knife
That blazes like an icy sun
My smile begins to slowly widen –
But why should I have all the fun?
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I stand in silence, thinking, watching
As the frightened creatures run
From the symphony of chaos
(Order; reason there is none)
The spectacle that I've created –
But why should I have all the fun?
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I am the nightmare of this city,
The freak they all eagerly shun
The thing that they don't realize
Is that the monster's already won!
I rule this city – without rules –
But why should I have all the fun?
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The city cries; a black bat flies;
The war for Gotham's soul's begun
I silently wait, anticipate,
And watch the city come undone –
Just I, the laughing entertainer –
But why should I have all the fun?