[INTRO — crooked piano, dirty funk bass] Step right up, don't be shy, Watch the saints sell alibis. [VERSE 1 — sly, rhythmic male vocal] Sunday suit and a spotless grin, Judge your soul with a pocket full of sin. Pretty manners, a poisonous tongue, They preach restraint till the damage is done. Point at the strange ones, laugh at their pain, Call it justice when someone gets shamed. Everybody's clean when the lights shine bright, Everybody's guilty out of sight. [CHORUS — distorted guitars, pounding drums, infectious groove] Welcome to the show! Everybody wears a disguise. Point at the freaks beneath the lights— Surprise, surprise! Welcome to the show! You paid to watch the monsters dance. Look into the spotlight, darling— You're part of the act. [VERSE 2 — heavier bass, sharper delivery] Phones held high when a stranger falls, Mercy disappears behind these walls. Call it justice, call it news, Anything's fun when it's not happening to you. You want a villain you can despise, A perfect target, a public demise. You love the cage, you love the chains— Just don't ask who profits from the pain. [BRIDGE — music cuts; quiet, sinister vocal] Who bought the ticket? Who begged for more? Who cheered the loudest When they hit the floor? [BUILD — mechanical percussion, grinding guitars] You built the cage. You paid the fee. You came for monsters. Now look at me. [FINAL CHORUS — full industrial rock, aggressive male vocal] Welcome to the show! There's nowhere left to hide. Point at the freaks beneath the lights— They're standing by your side. Welcome to the show! The house is closing down. You came to watch the monsters dance— Now you're the attraction. [OUTRO — piano stops; whispered vocal] Enjoy the show. [FINAL HIT — abrupt silence]
