Slaughterhouse Circus (Masks Off, Blades Out)
[INTRO] (Low, sub-audible bass drone humming like a dying generator, mixed with the faint, muffled sound of someone crying out in the distance) (A heavy boot steps on glass. A match strikes, followed by the slow, sickening drip of liquid) (Guttural, whispered right into the mic, completely unhinged) ...You think you're safe behind your screen? You tuned in, and now the doors are locked. No safe spaces left. No holy water. The rot is in the walls, the freaks are at the door, and the slaughterhouse is open for business. Lock your windows. (A deafening, distorted chainsaw roar cuts through the silence, slamming straight into a heavy, suffocating horrorcore beat) [VERSE 1] Look at the state of the wreckage, the filth in the street While families are working 'til blisters swallow their feet Struggling to pay for the lights and the rent Every last dollar on survival is spent But the elites up above, they got billions to burn Mocking the citizens waiting their turn Inventing new labels, rewarding the fake A billion-dollar circus for god's sakes A man in a mirror slicing pieces away Demanding you cheer for the game that they play With a dick and some silicone acting divine Demanding you cross out the natural line Trying to shove down our throats what’s insane While the real working class are drowning in pain They normalize madness and punish the sane Piling the debt and the grief and the strain While the elites sit back with their pockets so fat Laughing at kids who can't even afford that! [CHORUS] Welcome to the slaughterhouse, everything is rot! Laughing at the starving while they hoard what they got! The government’s a butcher and the state is a knife Bleeding out the innocent and wasting every life! Bow down to the sickness, worship the decay! Watch the world burn while they look the other way! Drag ’em to the gallows, let the blades start to fall We’re drowning in the filth and we’re taking it all! [VERSE 2] Turn on the ring light, watch the filters align Posing with smiles for a fake-ass design Walking the streets acting full of pure grace While smelling like shit underneath the lace They preach about love for the millions of views Milking every crisis to peddle their news A saint to the screen, but a leech in the dark Leaving the broken stripped of a spark Behind closed doors where the cameras go dim They drop all the act and the holy-than-him Mocking the fucking dumbasses building their fame Laughing at the poor while they cash out the game! But wait—check the monitor, look at the glitch The stream's still alive on the holy-than-thou bitch! The mask gets ripped and the true colors bleed Spitting damn venom to feed on their greed Caught in 4K with the hatred exposed Another fake piece of shit with the coffin doors closed! [CHORUS] Welcome to the slaughterhouse, everything is rot! Laughing at the starving while they hoard what they got! The government’s a butcher and the state is a knife Bleeding out the innocent and wasting every life! Bow down to the sickness, worship the decay! Watch the world burn while they look the other way! Drag ’em to the gallows, let the blades start to fall We’re drowning in the filth and we’re taking it all! [VERSE 3] Look at the fucking holy man stepping off the jet Flying above all the blood and the sweat Saying economy's crawling with demons and hell While he counts up the cash from his tax-exempt shell! Preaching salvation with a fist full of gold Watching the bodies of innocence sold! A starving damn sheep begging for bread or some aid? He spits on the floor where the offering's made! "Can't fix your roof or the holes in your coat— Might ruin the carpet, you dumb fucking goat!" So he hoards all the millions to pad out his floor— Then rips up the rug on the very next day Just to buy something deadlier, grander, and gray! Mocking the pain of the ones on the street While he dines on the flesh of the weak and the beat! A snake in the pulpit, a goddamn disease Bleeding the flock while they beg on their knees! [CHORUS] Welcome to the slaughterhouse, everything is rot! Laughing at the starving while they hoard what they got! The government’s a butcher and the state is a knife Bleeding out the innocent and wasting every life! Bow down to the sickness, worship the decay! Watch the world burn while they look the other way! Drag ’em to the gallows, let the blades start to fall We’re drowning in the filth and we’re taking it all! [OUTRO] (Beat cuts out completely, leaving only a slow, dripping sound like blood hitting concrete and a faint, warped music box playing a broken tune) (Chainsaw revs up slowly in the background) (Whispered, close to the mic) The circus is over. The masks are off. No more streaming, no more sermons... just the blade. (A heavy industrial slam hits like a gunshot, and the track cuts to total dead silence)
