Is it the Carnival of Rust?
Or the celebration of broken trust
Has the Wheel of Fortune still turning
Or the scheduled rounds are concluded
...
She left for heavenly abode
She left to never come back
When you fool her around
...
Was it since the day our eyes first met?
Or is it now?
Was it since the day I first heard your voice
...
Fluttering her wings
Crossing the bars
There she was in every hour
Spreading them all
...
Carnival Of Rust
Is it the Carnival of Rust?
Or the celebration of broken trust
Has the Wheel of Fortune still turning
Or the scheduled rounds are concluded
Is this the thud of gust?
Or the whoosh of explosion
Has the sun yet to shine
Or the rain still crying
Is this the fête of trounce
Or the festivity of whine
Has the dream yet to prolong
Or the Nightmare has affirmed conquest
Is it the Carnival of Rust?
Or the matter of broken trust