Clowning Plagiarism (DEMO/PRE-Arthur-verse)

Tribal, War-drum, Punk-pop, Symphonic Rock, Circus-trance, Disney Villain, Dark Choir

[whispered] ‘Cut his neck…’”

[instrumental: build up]

[Verse 2]
A pen becomes scalpel; ink runs red,
Each lyric a tendon, each stanza bled.
Hear the gurgle—listen: verse alive!
Not plagiarism, kids—it’s art that thrives!

[Chorus]
Slice, slice, slice!—let the blood spray high,
Paint the curtains, stain the sky.
(slice)
Every scream’s a note, every gash a rhyme—
I write with knives in borrowed time.
Slice, slice, slice —hear the theater roar.
You’ll be next when I call for more.
(slice)
HAHAHAHAHAAHAA

[Verse 3]
And the crowd whispers low, “Is this still a song—
Or are we the chorus he’s bleeding on?”
The Author grins, the pen drips black:
“When this one falls, I’ll drag more back”

[Chorus]
Slice, slice, slice!—watch the theater drown,
Blood sprays wide; the front row down.
(slice)
Every chord’s a nerve, every hook’s a scream,
You thought this was music—it’s a fever dream.
Slice, slice, slice!—oh, the spotlight shakes,
Clap for the corpse; see what sound it makes.
(slice)
HAHAHAHAHAAHAA

[Bridge – build up]
Words are borrowed, songs are too,
The scales, the notes—they’re OLDER THAN YOU!
Every chord you strum, each beat you claim—
All stolen echoes dressed in flame.
Language, music, breath, and bone—
No art is birthed by YOU ALONE!
So cheer for theft; it keeps us alive—
A stolen flame makes music survive!
Creation’s cradle is theft, theft, theft!
So clap for the crime—

[whispered] it’s all you’ve got left!

[Final Chorus- explosive, layered vocals, EPIC]
Slice, slice, SLICE!—let the body prove,
Original blood in every groove.
(slice, slice)
Raise your hands, or lose your grace,
The Author paints death on the clown’s face
Slice, slice, slice—let the audience know,
It’s not just the stage—
You’re part of the show.
(slice)
HAHAHAHAHAAHAA

[Outro]
“You want originality? Then clap as I make it scream.”
(Slice, Slice, Slice)

[Short Scream]
AAH!

[outro]
THE END!

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[verse 1] Plagiarism? That’s your claim? Listen close—it’s all the same. Your art, my art, everyone knows: It’s theft dressed up in prettier clothes. The Author lights a cigarette— a vape, a star. The stage is set. Hands the clown the knife. [whispered] ‘Cut his neck…’” [instrumental: build up] [Verse 2] A pen becomes scalpel; ink runs red, Each lyric a tendon, each stanza bled. Hear the gurgle—listen: verse alive! Not plagiarism, kids—it’s art that thrives! [Chorus] Slice, slice, slice!—let the blood spray high, Paint the curtains, stain the sky. (slice) Every scream’s a note, every gash a rhyme— I write with knives in borrowed time. Slice, slice, slice —hear the theater roar. You’ll be next when I call for more. (slice) HAHAHAHAHAAHAA [Verse 3] And the crowd whispers low, “Is this still a song— Or are we the chorus he’s bleeding on?” The Author grins, the pen drips black: “When this one falls, I’ll drag more back” [Chorus] Slice, slice, slice!—watch the theater drown, Blood sprays wide; the front row down. (slice) Every chord’s a nerve, every hook’s a scream, You thought this was music—it’s a fever dream. Slice, slice, slice!—oh, the spotlight shakes, Clap for the corpse; see what sound it makes. (slice) HAHAHAHAHAAHAA [Bridge – build up] Words are borrowed, songs are too, The scales, the notes—they’re OLDER THAN YOU! Every chord you strum, each beat you claim— All stolen echoes dressed in flame. Language, music, breath, and bone— No art is birthed by YOU ALONE! So cheer for theft; it keeps us alive— A stolen flame makes music survive! Creation’s cradle is theft, theft, theft! So clap for the crime— [whispered] it’s all you’ve got left! [Final Chorus- explosive, layered vocals, EPIC] Slice, slice, SLICE!—let the body prove, Original blood in every groove. (slice, slice) Raise your hands, or lose your grace, The Author paints death on the clown’s face Slice, slice, slice—let the audience know, It’s not just the stage— You’re part of the show. (slice) HAHAHAHAHAAHAA [Outro] “You want originality? Then clap as I make it scream.” (Slice, Slice, Slice) [Short Scream] AAH! [outro] THE END!

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