The Carnival (or) Black Comedy (Not Sure)

People in the east, people in the west
Come to my carnival of the million laughs
Comedy is our need, laughter guaranteed
It might get a bit bloody; but it's a show just laugh

I have every sketch drawn on my body
Scars like tattoos drawn by the hands of man
Don't you walk away, irony is our way
Worthless to all the devious schemes and plans

Look at these lines, on my chest to the left
She is just a small girl where an unborn child resides
Been thrown in the woods growing with the wolves
With a destiny that is left for time to decide

Ha Ha, Ha Ha, are you laughing out loud
The poor little girl has been killed by the hounds

Look at my back; see the faces of the deceased
They lived in a dumpster devouring on air
And along came a good man with a heart filled with greed
And crushed every single corpse his shoe could bear

Ha Ha, Ha Ha, not enough for today
Well, they had to go they were poor anyway

Look into my face, and see the wars that I had seen
My people are dead, killed by thorns they have sown
And I watched it all till my mind went extreme
Insanely laughing on the ones who have grown

Ha Ha, Ha Ha, I'll soon kill them all
And tremble in giggles and never to stall