[Intro] You want carnage? You want carnage? Say okay, okay, okay, okay. [Verse 1] White gloves stained with the carnival dust, One loose tooth in the pocket I clutch. Tin horse turning, the paint chips away, I grin at the mirror; it grins back the same. You said, “Keep calm,” while you locked every door, I counted the cracks till they numbered a score. Now every small promise comes back with a price, I roll it around like a shard of ice. [Pre-Chorus] Hush now, hush now, don’t make a sound, The little choir’s humming from under the ground. You hear that giggle? It’s not in the hall— I’m standing right here, I remember it all. [Chorus] You want carnage? You want carnage? Say okay, okay, okay, okay. I’ve got a storm in a paper crown, A match in my hand and the lights going out. You want carnage? You want carnage? Say okay, okay, okay, okay. I won’t be the ghost that you bury away; I’m still right here, and I’m done being tame. [Verse 2] Fast talk, cracked clock, click-clack in my jaw, I spit every sentence like I’m breaking a law. No sleep, cold tea, red marks on the page, I’ve been caged so long I memorized the cage. You made me the punchline, then asked me to smile, So I sharpened each breath and I waited awhile. Now the room goes quiet when I step through the frame, I don’t need your permission to carry my name. [Pre-Chorus] Hush now, hush now, don’t make a sound, The little choir’s humming from under the ground. You hear that giggle? It’s not in the hall— I’m standing right here, I remember it all. [Chorus] You want carnage? You want carnage? Say okay, okay, okay, okay. I’ve got a storm in a paper crown, A match in my hand and the lights going out. You want carnage? You want carnage? Say okay, okay, okay, okay. I won’t be the ghost that you bury away; I’m still right here, and I’m done being tame. [Bridge] Heart in the dark, one thud, then two, I kept every word that I swallowed for you. No grand escape, no clean getaway— Just me, still breathing, still here today. [Final Chorus] You want carnage? You want carnage? Say okay, okay, okay, okay. I’ve got a storm in a paper crown, I tear it apart; I won’t bow down. You want carnage? You want carnage? Say okay, okay, okay, okay. I won’t be the ghost that you bury away; I’m still right here, and I’m done being tame. [Outro] Okay, okay—look me in the face. Still here. Still here. Still taking my place.
