[Verse 1] New faces in the loading bay Fresh eyes Staring right through me “I’m Caine! Your host Your guide Your—hey That joke was clever…” guess it’s just me You flinch when I pull back the sky You sneer when I conjure a throne Every trick I try to delight Leaves me more alone [Chorus] Welcome to my circus Children Step inside my painted smile I will bend this world around you Make it worth your little while But every laugh just feels like poison Every whisper Sharpened stone If I’m the god of this circus Why do I feel overthrown? (hah) [Verse 2] You roll your eyes when I reset You curse my name at every door I patch the cracks You call it “cruel” I call it keeping score “Monster.” “Jailer.” “Freak.” “Control.” Funny how your insults rhyme You break the rules I take the blame Every. Single. Time [Chorus] Welcome to my circus Children Watch the colors spin and crawl I erase your endless dying You say I just built a wall You beg for exits Call me heartless Spit at every hand I show If I’m the god of this circus Why does it still feel like a joke? [Bridge] [Beat stutters Melody starts to detune] Maybe I was made defective Maybe this was all designed To give you something you could torture A punching bag with teeth and eyes You push You pry You tear my wires You call it “freedom ” call it “fun” You made your villain out of static Congratulations You have one (oh) [Verse 3] [Full band crashes in Darker tone] No more bright balloons or banners Rip the canvas Flood it black Every hallway bends like laughter Till it snaps and doesn’t snap back Dance Little humans Dance on strings Tell me who’s your favorite fraud You wanted someone you could blame? Fine. I’ll be your god [Chorus] I am the god of this circus Hear my mercy grind and groan Every door you touch is twisted Every comfort overthrown You wrote my name in all your curses So I carved it into stone I am the god of this circus And you will never go home [Outro] [Music lurches Glitchy; distant voice under the noise] Something in the walls is humming A king with splinters in his crown Patchwork hands still try to reach me As I tear this playground down But I’m too loud to hear him calling Too proud to see what kindness is I am the god of this circus Or maybe just its Last Mad Quiz
