Circus Of Sicko Hell

[Intro] [Kids Singing / Children's Choir] The Circus of Sickos has crawled into your street, Dragging broken bodies on rotting, bleeding feet! They didn't come to juggle, they didn't come to play— They're here to carve your smiles and rip your flesh away! Burn the wooden pillars, watch the canvas bleed! Feed the wicker monsters every drop they need! Lost inside a waking dream, the truth is torn apart— The Circus of Sickos is carving out your heart! [Verse 1] [Kids Singing / Background] Yay! The Circus of Sickos is finally here to set us free! [Ringmaster Sicko] Step right up, you pathetic meat-sacks and breathing corpses. Welcome to the grandest slaughterhouse on earth! Forget the lies you tell yourselves in the mirror, because tonight, we're ripping your skin right off! We’ve got the blood-soaked clowns laughing as they bash open skulls, and the weeping freaks dragging their mutilated limbs straight out of the dark! Cast your terrified eyes to the shadows—that’s my brother, the White Devil, standing silent in the choking smoke. Watch him carve open the air with black, necrotic magic, summoning suffocating black flames to sear the flesh right off your bones and scorch your rotting souls into ash! We’re peeling back the lies of your fake little lives to expose the writhing, maggot-infested rot festering deep in your chests—look at yourselves, you sick, filthy parasites, look at how truly wicked you really are! [Kids Singing / Background] Burn it all down! Give us more! More! More! [Chorus] [Ringmaster Sicko & Kids Choir] Ring around the graveyard, pockets full of teeth... Smile through the stitches while you suffocate beneath! Ash, ash, we all fall down— Drag your bleeding carcass to the Circus Clown! The wicker man is waking, his hollow ribs expand— A thousand twitching fingers sweeping across the land! We shattered the illusion, we let the monsters in— Now the Circus of Sickos peels off all your skin! [Verse 2] [Ringmaster Sicko] You lock the truth in the closet like a bastard child, a rotting secret you’re too damn terrified to face! You stack heavy wooden boards across the frame, hammering the nails down deep like a fucking coffin in a shallow grave! You think a slab of oak can cage the screaming terror? You think silence can save your miserable, lying soul from the waste? Every damn day you choke on your own cowardice, whispering lies to the mirror just to keep from losing your place! BUT EVERY FUCKING LOCK BREAKS WHEN THE RINGMASTER SHOWS UP! I’m jamming this iron crowbar right into the cracks, tearing your precious goddamn barricade wide the fuck open! Let the buried truth bleed out into the streets, let it slash open your throats and burn this sick, pathetic world to absolute ash! You wanted a false reality? Welcome to the fucking slaughterhouse, bitch! [Chorus] [Ringmaster Sicko & Kids Choir] Ring around the graveyard, pockets full of teeth... Smile through the stitches while you suffocate beneath! Ash, ash, we all fall down— Drag your bleeding carcass to the Circus Clown! The wicker man is waking, his hollow ribs expand— A thousand twitching fingers sweeping across the land! We shattered the illusion, we let the monsters in— Now the Circus of Sickos peels off all your skin! [Verse 3] [Ringmaster Sicko] The support beams snap, the canvas chokes on boiling, black-thick smoke! You built your little paradise on broken necks and choking folks! The White Devil is carving sigils deep into your open eyes, Watching you convulse and choke upon your pathetic, final cries! The kids are marching forward through the gore with rusted blades in hand, Dragging heavy machetes that slice the tendon straight from the land! We’re peeling off your bleeding faces, wearing skin just like a shell— Welcome to the endless nightmare of the Circus of Sicko Hell! [Bridge] [Ringmaster Sicko] You thought you could wake up from this nightmare... you thought the morning sun would wash the blood away. Open your eyes. Look around. The sun went out hours ago. And we’re standing right behind you. [Outro Chorus] [Ringmaster Sicko & Kids Choir] Ring around the graveyard, pockets full of teeth... Smile through the stitches while you suffocate beneath! Ash, ash, we all fall down— Drag your bleeding carcass to the Circus Clown! The wicker man is waking, his hollow ribs expand— A thousand twitching fingers sweeping across the land! We shattered the illusion, we let the monsters in— Now the Circus of Sickos peels off all your skin!