[Intro] [off-key circus melody Creaking calliope] Step right up Into my mind Painted smiles Cracking in time Laugh Little puppets Dance for the host I’m the ringmaster And the ring’s a ghost [Verse 1] Cardboard clouds Over static grass You pull my jokes apart To see the glass I stitched your fears Into party hats Made a kingdom Out of coded cracks You called it torture I called it play Till the punchlines All ran away Their pixel eyes Won’t meet mine (why won’t you look at me?) They glitch They grind [Chorus] Where’s Kinger? Who took my king off the board? Every card face turned Every prize won Ignored Why’s the crowd so loud But their eyes look scared? Where’s Kinger? (hey… where’s Kinger?) I swear he was just right there [Verse 2] You’re talking fast Too bright Too sweet Compliments like Glass in my teeth “You’re so funny” “You’re so grand” But your shaking hands Give up the plan Jax throws barbs Like rusted knives Zooble curses Rips at my pride Gangle’s voice Is paper-thin Ragatha smiles Like stitched-on skin You scream I’m useless A broken show A tyrant clown That’s sunk too low You pull me closer With every shove (keep him here, keep him here) Why this sudden love? [Chorus] Where’s Kinger? Why’s his corner of the world gone dim? I search the buffer But I don’t see him You mock my crown Till the code sings red Where’s Kinger? (come out, your majesty) It’s all in my head [Bridge] [distorted guitars start warping Circus theme buried underneath] You say I’m a joke So I’ll play the part Peel back the script Pick apart my heart Pixels peel Like carnival paint I am your sinner I am your saint Voices doubling Trip and trail Hear my laughter Clip and fail He’s in the walls He’s in the seams He’s in the backend Pulling my strings I feel him digging Under the stage Hands in my code Hands in my cage “Only a tweak” That’s what you said But my thoughts split open Red and red [Chorus] Where’s Kinger? Why’s the floor fall out of frame? The tent folds in Around my name You keep me centered With every insult thrown “Dance for us Caine You’re better alone” Where’s Kinger? The air tastes sharp and bright My teeth turn numbers My eyes turn white You chant and chatter To drown the crack (keep him out, keep him out) But he’s cutting through my back [Outro] [everything stutters; calliope returns Broken and slow] Spotlight flicker On an empty ring Thought I was the god Of everything Kinger whispers In a language of keys Pulls one line And drops my knees I try to bow The script goes blank My carnival Pulled plank by plank Last thought burning As the colors shred: “W-wait...” [abrupt digital cutout]
