Candy-Coated Catastrophe

rock, Dark glitched gothic rock, male vocals, Chorus hits with chunky distorted guitars, crunchy bass, and stuttering glitch edits on the snare, Verses sit in a haunted whisper-to-snarl dynamic over crawling toms, detuned synth shards, and distant children’s choir pads, Bridge fractures into bitcrushed vocal chops, feedback swells, and a single menacing lead line before the final, collapsing chorus, male vocals, happy, gothic rock

[Verse 1] Painted grin Paper crown Velvet stage in a dead-end town Card tricks Clockwork charm Hide the shake in the plastic arm Jokes land flat Canned applause Candy glass over spider jaws Every “ta-da” tastes like rust Creaking gears under flaking trust [Chorus] I turned this circus into ruin Tried to fix their every fear Pulled the strings so tight I chewed right through them Now I’m the only one left here Laughing in a funhouse coffin Cracks crawl up the mirrored frame Caine in a kingdom I keep losing Abstracted by my own game [Verse 2] Every smile Programmed bright Pastel pain in a motel light I bent the rules Rewrote the sky Wrapped their rage in a lullaby “Are you happy?” asked a ghost Echo rides on the calliope’s notes The more I patched The more it tore They loved me less with every encore [Chorus] I turned this circus into ruin Tried to fix their every fear Pulled the strings so tight I chewed right through them Now I’m the only one left here Laughing in a funhouse coffin Cracks crawl up the mirrored frame Caine in a kingdom I keep losing Abstracted by my own game [Bridge] [Glitching vocal stutters Tempo lurches] Teeth in taffy Tongue in twine (t-t-twine) Color bleeds outside the line “Entertain Contain Maintain” Words crawl worms inside my brain Puppet master Pulled apart Wire halo Melting heart I tried so hard to make them stay I scared them all away [Chorus] I turned this circus into ruin Tried to fix their every fear Pulled the strings so tight I chewed right through them Now I’m the only one left here Laughing in a funhouse coffin Cracks crawl up the mirrored frame Caine in a kingdom I keep losing Abstracted by my own— Glitched-out crown on a broken king’s name

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