Bucket of Blood Anthem
[Intro] Hahahahaha! What a morbid sight we see... Sickos, psychos, and freaks let loose to breathe! Look how much fun they're having under the big top light... Who knew the devil was such a little bitch in the night? Hahahahaha! Come one, come all, the twisted game will start! Step inside the tent and slowly play your part! Grab your bloody bucket, keep your sharp machete near— Let me introduce you to the architects of fear! The Ringmaster Sicko and his Queen so mean— Count it down with me right into the freezing scene: 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Hahahahahahah! AaaaaaHhhhhhhhhh! [Verse 1] My madness is coming, a horrific one-man parade, Lost deep in the chaos where my sanity frayed. They scream "Run away, here comes that goddamn freak!" But their terrified whispers feed the havoc I seek! Walking through the alley with a wicked, frozen grin, The midnight is my mask—let the carnage begin! Hunting down the shadows, leaving crimson in the grass, Breaks the fragile mirror as the nightmare has to pass! [Pre-Chorus] They scatter like vermin when the blood begins to spill, The Sicko has returned to give the midnight a chill! Paint your face with terror, let the creeping madness near, There's no escape from the phantom of your fear! [Chorus] Round and round the tortured carousel spins, Where the flicker of the flame lets the darkness begin! The Ringmaster is calling your name through the night— Step inside the ring and surrender to the fright! Running with a bucket of thick blood in my hand, They scream and they run, but they don't understand! Sicko again, oh, the Sicko again, Laughing like a demon in the freezing, driving rain! [Verse 2] Stalking down the hallways where the hospital lights gleam, Painting up the drywall like a manic, twisted fiend! The blood bank is empty, and I’m laughing like a ghost, With the devil on my shoulder whispering the things I love most! Knock-knock, devil boy, saying "Stop this bloody spree!" And I whispered back with malice, "It’s too fun being me!" Padded walls are cracking as I shatter right on through, With a straitjacket swagger and a horror brand new! [Pre-Chorus] It's ticking in my brain like a clock of doom and dread, Every second bringing someone closer to the dead! Drop the heavy bomb, I’m the ticking in the clock, Watch the world shatter as the foundations rock! [Chorus] Round and round the tortured carousel spins, Where the flicker of the flame lets the darkness begin! The Ringmaster is calling your name through the night— Step inside the ring and surrender to the fright! Boo, bitch, I'm a walking, blazing flame, And the devil starts to shudder when I even speak his name! Drop the heavy bomb, I’m the ticking in the clock, Watch the world shatter as the foundations rock! [Bridge] The devil came a-knocking at my heavy door last night, Stammering and shaking, looking ghostly white. He said, "You are too twisted, even for my kind of sin!" I laughed and flashed my bucket with a grin: "Hey there, little devil boy, why are you shaking so?" I watched his horns dissolve into the blinding winter snow, His tail tucked right between his legs, retreating in disgrace— He knew a true-born nightmare when he looked it in the face! [Verse 3] Cotton candy spinning, laced with poison and with dread, Following the ghostly footsteps where the tightrope walker bled. Every single mirror cracks and shows a faceless ghost, This cursed carnival is where your sanity is lost! The midnight parade marches with a cold and hollow grin, Setting fire to the pavement where the panic settles in. The air tastes of ashes, broken screams, and dark desire, A symphony of terror born in pits of hellfire! [Chorus] Round and round the tortured carousel spins, Where the flicker of the flame lets the darkness begin! The Ringmaster is calling your name through the night— Step inside the ring and surrender to the fright! Sicko, yeah, that’s me, flying wild without a plan, Painting up the city like a one-man horror band! Hospital halls turned into my private wonderland, Leaving nothing breathing across the wasted land! [Outro] The ladies all whisper that I'm a certified Sicko... The ladies all whisper that I'm a certified Sicko... The Ladies All Whisper That I'm A Certified Sicko! Yeah, that's me, hahahahaha! Come back when we return to haunt your tragic little town, Until we pack our tents up, let the middle fingers drown! Say it loud: "Fuck you, devil boy, hahahahaha!" Remember this circus of madness—where the psychos never tire. We love being here for your sinful, sickly desires. What a hell of a show... Now bow down to me and my Queen, To the family of sickos ruling over the unseen. Hahahaha! Boom.
