WELCOME TO MR. HYDE'S MAGIC SHOW

[Intro - OLD THEATER / VERY LOW] [Crackling record noise, distant applause, detuned carnival piano] [Male ringmaster voice, warm and theatrical] Ladies and gentlemen... Children of midnight... Lost souls, late arrivals, and those who swear they only came to watch... [Pause] Welcome. [Low Hammond chord] To Mr. Hyde's Magic Show. [Verse 1 - GROOVING / THEATRICAL] [Bluesy bass riff, dry drums, dirty guitar stabs] Step right in, don't mind the smoke. Every mirror knows a joke. Every curtain hides a door. Every door wants something more. Leave your name beside the gate. Leave your watch. You're already late. Here the clocks don't tell the time. They only count how long you're mine. [Pre-Chorus - BUILD] [Tom fills, organ rises] No refunds. No explanations. No little map to find your way. You bought the ticket. Take your seat. The house is full. The lights— [STOP] fade. [Chorus - BIG / CATCHY] [Full fuzz guitars, huge drums, Hammond organ] WELCOME TO MR. HYDE'S MAGIC SHOW! Where the dead applaud and the shadows glow. Nothing up my sleeve tonight— just a little truth under bad red light. WELCOME TO MR. HYDE'S MAGIC SHOW! Come for the trick. Stay for the fall. When the curtain rises, you'll swear you've seen it all. [Post-Chorus - CROWD HOOK] [Short guitar riff, distant laughter] One for the money. Two for the lie. Three for the gentleman wearing your eyes. [Verse 2 - DARKER / PLAYFUL] [Walking bass, crooked piano, guitar tremolo] Observe the lovely disappearing man. He vanishes according to plan. His wife still waves from row thirteen. She hasn't blinked since Halloween. And over here— our famous mirror. Come a little closer. Closer. Nearer. It doesn't show the face you wear. It shows the thing that's waiting there. [Pre-Chorus - STRONGER] [Drums tighten, organ swells] No photography. No sudden prayer. Please keep your hands inside despair. If something whispers from beneath your chair— [Pause] pretend you didn't hear it. [Chorus - BIGGER] WELCOME TO MR. HYDE'S MAGIC SHOW! Where the dead applaud and the shadows glow. Nothing up my sleeve tonight— just a little truth under bad red light. WELCOME TO MR. HYDE'S MAGIC SHOW! Come for the trick. Stay for the fall. When the curtain rises, you'll swear you've seen it all. [Bridge - VERY LOW / SPOKEN] [Only upright-style bass, organ drone, faint tape wobble] Now... for tonight's final illusion. I need one volunteer. [Pause] Don't be shy. You've been volunteering your whole life. Every fear you never named. Every face you learned to fake. Every little monster you locked downstairs. [Soft laugh] Mr. Hyde doesn't create monsters. He simply... introduces them. [Instrumental Build] [Slow fuzz riff, carnival piano becomes distorted, drums rise] [Final Chorus - HIGHEST / CHAOTIC] [Full band, massive organ, wide fuzz guitars] WELCOME TO MR. HYDE'S MAGIC SHOW! Raise the curtain! Steal the glow! Every saint has somewhere dark. Every halo casts a mark. WELCOME TO MR. HYDE'S MAGIC SHOW! No more hiding. No more walls. Tonight the trick is very simple— [STOP] we make the audience disappear. [Post-Chorus - CROWD / BROKEN] [Distant clapping, warped laughter] One... Two... Three... [Silence] [Outro - LOW / MENACING] [Single piano note, tape hiss] [Mr. Hyde, calm again] Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. You've been a wonderful audience. [Pause] Please remain seated. The doors... have been removed. [Old applause swells unnaturally] Good night. [Whisper] Or whatever comes after it.