[Intro] [lurching calliope synth Bitcrushed] Step right in Static grin Tickets printed On your skin [Verse 1] Teeth for a head Click-click when he laughs Eyes on his tongue Licking up your past He says “What’s your name?” Then swallows the sound All that you were Drops straight through the ground New mask New face He scribbles on your brain in red New tricks New cage You clap as your old self’s dead [Chorus] Welcome to the digital circus of Caine Where your name gets cut from the code From the chain He’ll push you to the brink Till the brink feels sane Then he flips the switch Turns joy into pain Welcome to the digital circus of Caine [Verse 2] [glitchy vocal chops under the lines] Funhouse quests He scripts them as you scream Pixel blood On the tightrope beam He juggles your fears Like bright balloons Pop-pop-pop Spilling out your truths Every quest a test How far ‘til you break? He feeds on the frames Where your smile looks fake “Dance Little data ” He hums through his teeth You spin so fast That you fall off the week [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register Spoken Heavily processed] He forgets you on purpose Leaves you on loop You forget you’re forgotten You follow the troupe He yawns Gets bored Rewrites your sky Cotton candy clouds Start coughing flies [crescendo Screamed] Colors curdle Games distort Hallways fold In on the floor Hands melt Faces stretch You become a question mark He’ll never answer yet [Breakdown] [glitch stutter Almost silence] Ab- ab- ab-stract Your fingers bend like code Ab- ab- ab-stract Your shadow’s in debug mode Ab- ab- ab-stract You blur at the seams He eats your last outline Then laughs in the screen [Chorus]
