[Spoken Intro / Vintage Static Filter & Distorted Whispers] I haven't done this for a while... Dragging myself back from the bleeding beginning, Right where the marrow rots and the darkness takes root. So let's play: close your dead eyes, And listen close to Ringmaster Sicko. Hear the iron lungs of the rusty gates groan open To this asylum of a show. Step down into the rot of this carnival of chaos, Right down this endless, blood-soaked hall—hahahaha... [Beat Drop / Industrial Nu-Metal Groove, Heavy Saws and Chugs] [Verse 1: Blistering Aggressive Rap Flow] This is where the crawling things wake up to hunt in the pitch-black night, This is where you stare right into the face of your final fright! So stumble on in, don't be shy, go ahead and dig up the sins you hide, Buried alive and rotting right under the floorboards where you reside! This is the altar where you pay the toll in your own warm crimson, Drowning in the toxic waste of every wicked decision! Don't you dare shake now, or you'll never break free, Chained to this terminal nightmare for eternity, Playing a rigged and lethal game in the dark domain! So step into the slaughterhouse, choke on the hell you made—hahahaha! [Heavy Guitar Breakdown Solo, Chugging Drop-D Distortion] [Chorus: Massive Hook, Crushing Nu-Metal Wall of Sound] Step right up to the edge of the blade, Lick the rust off the mess that you made! I’m Ringmaster Sicko, pulling the strings, Watch how the mutilated and broken sing! Do you want blood dripping hot on your popcorn, kid? You’ll swallow the sickness just like they did! So don't be shy, crawl straight into the glow, Lose your mind in the Sicko SHOW!! [Verse 2: Rapid-Fire, Unhinged Cadence] What are you freezing for? The entry fee is already carved out of your soul, So what is there left to lose when the devil takes full control? Come face the inner demons that you starved and bred in the dark, Because your sins never died—they just left a permanent mark! Walk on through the Mirrors of Pleasure, watch them twist your reflection, Feeding your vanity straight into total infection! Stay too long, you'll meet your demise, Trapped forever as a ghost behind glass eyes! Or visit the padded ward where the screams never sleep, Face your final phobia or snap when the shadows creep! Hahahaha—we’ve got a thousand tortures waiting just for you, So welcome right into my carnival circus zoo! [Chorus: Massive Hook, Crushing Nu-Metal Wall of Sound] Step right up to the edge of the blade, Lick the rust off the mess that you made! I’m Ringmaster Sicko, pulling the strings, Watch how the mutilated and broken sing! Do you want blood dripping hot on your popcorn, kid? You’ll swallow the sickness just like they did! So don't be shy, crawl straight into the glow, Lose your mind in the Sicko SHOW!! [Bridge / Distorted Calliope Melody, Heavy Tension Build] You thought you were safe hiding in plain sight in that concrete slaughterhouse town, Now every corrupt ruler and hollow demon is hunted down! They feel the ice-cold blade of the spine-chill ringing, The second they hear our funeral carnival music singing! While my freak-show legion steps over the dead, waking up the graveyard night, Stripping away their power because they can't control our might! [Explosive Industrial Beat Drop / Maximum Heavy Distortion] As the calliope screams its dying breath through the dense fog, making the masses run, Piling like cattle straight into the big top, begging for what's to come! So come one, come all, drag your corpse right into this beautiful, arterial mess, I am Ringmaster Sicko, and the main exhibition is about to commence... So rot and enjoy the feature presentation tonight—hahahaha! [Outro Chorus: Massive Hook, Crushing Nu-Metal Wall of Sound] Step right up to the edge of the blade, Lick the rust off the mess that you made! I’m Ringmaster Sicko, pulling the strings, Watch how the mutilated and broken sing! Do you want blood dripping hot on your popcorn, kid? You’ll swallow the sickness just like they did! So don't be shy, crawl straight into the glow, Lose your mind in the Sicko SHOW!! [Outro: Warped Music Box, Static Interference, Close-Mic Whisper] (The heavy guitars cut dead into absolute silence, replaced only by a painfully slow, out-of-tune music box playing a nursery rhyme, mixed with a chilling, raspy breath right in your ear) Sorry, everyone... we're completely out of seats for tonight. Don't cry... just come back tomorrow. We always need fresh blood for the cast. And when I say fresh... I mean you. Hahahaha... bye-bye.
