[Intro] [Two minutes of atmospheric Pink Floyd style synth swells] [Distant carnival organ echoing through heavy reverb] [David Gilmour style crying blues guitar solo, slow and mournful] [Vocals ethereal and detached, like Roger Waters] [Verse 1] Step right up to the velvet curtain Where nothing is real and nothing is certain I paid the toll to the eyeless clown Wandering deep under the festival grounds A labyrinth of glass and silver reflection Hunting for a piece of lost affection The funhouse mirrors warp my tired face Stretching my sorrow across the empty space. [Chorus] [Bass guitar enters, melodic and hypnotic] [Tom-heavy, tribal drum beat] And there it is, echoing off the pane The stone cold laughter driving me insane A bubbling giggle from a breathless lung The sweetest melody she ever sung Bouncing from the left, bouncing from the right Trapped in the geometry of the endless night. [Guitar Solo] [Expansive, sweeping psychedelic guitar solo] [Layered with whispers and distant laughter] [Verse 2] [Music drops to a quiet, tense pulse] I press my palms against the freezing glass Watching a distorted version of myself pass She loved this carnival, she loved the autumn chill Before she suddenly fell, tragically ill I came here to mourn, to find her ghost But the labyrinth is turning into a hostile host The laughter is mocking, cruel and sharp Plucking the strings of a dissonant harp. [Chorus] [Full progressive rock orchestration, soaring synths] And there it is, echoing off the pane The stone cold laughter driving me insane A bubbling giggle from a breathless lung The sweetest melody she ever sung Bouncing from the left, bouncing from the right Trapped in the geometry of the endless night. [Bridge] [Music becomes chaotic, discordant time signatures] [Sound of glass shattering] I swing my fists, breaking the silver walls! Shattering the illusion of these endless halls! I’m bleeding and screaming, demanding she appear! But there are no walls. There is no mirror here. [Verse 3 - The Twist] [Sudden drop to total silence, then a heavy, solitary heartbeat bass note] [Vocals shift from ethereal to a terrified realization] I'm not in a funhouse on the edge of the pier. I'm locked in a padded room, year after year. The glass is the fracture of my own broken mind Protecting me from the truth I left behind. The laughter isn't a ghost hovering in the room It’s bubbling from my throat in this sterile tomb Because I remember the teacup, I remember the vial I remember watching her drink with a painted smile. [Outro] [Massive, terrifying wall of synthesizer and guitar feedback] [Vocals layered, repeating like a mantra] I poured the poison. I poured the tea. The stone cold laughter is coming from me. The stone cold laughter is coming from me. [Music swells to an unbearable climax, then abruptly cuts out] [A single, real, human giggle] [End]
