[Intro] (Slow, warped, metallic music box playing a minor-key lullaby) (Heavy, slow-breathing sound effect, distant carnival laughter echoing) Step right up to the slaughterhouse... The big top is burning, and the freaks are out of their cages. Ringmaster Sicko doesn't play games. He carves them. Hahahahaha... let the nightmare bleed. [Verse 1] Rust on the blades, copper in the teeth Skulls cracked open for the things underneath A red balloon pops in a pool of fresh grease No clowns, no mercy, no gods, no peace Pennywise shrieks as the machete comes down A butcher in a mask taking over the town [Chorus] Welcome to the circus of the damned and the dead Where the Ringmaster paints the white canvas in red! Hockey mask cracked, dripping heavy and slow Swinging that blade for a God-awful show! Blood in the bucket, teeth in the dirt Welcome to the nightmare that teaches you hurt! [Verse 2] Jason steps out from the dead foggy mist Got a hook in his gut and a swing on his wrist But Sicko just laughs through the split in his grin Chops off a limb just to see where it spin Crystal Lake drowns in the screams of the weak When the true bloody psycho gets up to speak [Chorus] Welcome to the circus of the damned and the dead Where the Ringmaster paints the white canvas in red! Hockey mask cracked, dripping heavy and slow Swinging that blade for a God-awful show! Blood in the bucket, teeth in the dirt Welcome to the nightmare that teaches you hurt! [Verse 3] Freddy’s inside of a sick twisted dream Trying to drown in a river of scream Claws start to melt in the heat of the fire Burnt to the bone in a funeral pyre Sicko is waking the dead in their graves No mercy for monsters, no masters, no slaves [Verse 4] A puzzle box clicks in the dark of the tent Tear flesh apart where the agony’s sent Pinhead steps forward with nails in his head Saying he’ll show you the sights of the dead But Sicko just stares with his hockey mask cold And laughs as he cuts through the torture untold! [Bridge] (Drop out to a pounding industrial heartbeat and whispers) Leatherface revs, but the chainsaw dies... Choked on the smoke from the carnival skies. Pins in the face? They are dropping like flies. No one escapes when the Ringmaster flies. Look in the mirror—you wanted the gore? There’s nothing left breathing behind the tent door! [Guitar Breakdown / Heavy Drop] (Aggressive down-tuned distorted guitars and pounding double-bass drums) SICKO! RIP THEM APART! SICKO! TEAR OUT THEIR HEART! [Chorus] Welcome to the circus of the damned and the dead Where the Ringmaster paints the white canvas in red! Hockey mask cracked, dripping heavy and slow Swinging that blade for a God-awful show! Blood in the bucket, teeth in the dirt Welcome to the nightmare that teaches you hurt! [Outro] (Music box spins out of control, slowing down until it snaps) The tent collapses into ash and bone. The monsters are dead, and the Ringmaster stands alone. Licking the blade... tasting the fear... "See you next Halloween..." Hahahahahahaha...
