[Intro] [Screeching calliope, heavy chugs Ringmaster Sicko] [Manic snarl] Thought 4 AM locked the monster away? Wake the fuck up! You think your picket-fence delusions and deadbeat lives are safe? You justify murder, bleed the innocent, and rot from the skull down—just starving cattle for the elite! The rich and politicians engineered this sick society so their false gods feed on your blood! Curtain's up, parasites... welcome to the slaughterhouse! [Carnival whistle, heavy drop] [Verse 1] Step right up, crack the skull, let the parasite crawl, You’re rotting in the dark with your back to the wall! A deadbeat ghost letting your own flesh wither and rot, Trading your kids away for whatever vices you bought! You justify the murder, lick the blood off the floor, Begging for the boot to slam you down that much more! Look at your reflection, you're a walking disease, A puppet with no spine, begging down on your knees! The politicians grin as they harvest the innocent young, While you swallow every lie that the corporate has sung! Moloch wants a slaughter, and you hand him the blade, Building up your temples in a graveyard you made! You call me a psycho? Look at what you digest— Feeding your own children to the beast in your chest! Skin peeling off, eyes pinned to the screen, Just meat for the grinder in this sick killing machine! [Chorus] [Industrial circus organ, heavy stomp] A psychopath, a maniac, a knife to your throat! You’re drowning in the lie while you keep the beast afloat! Get the doctors, get the chains, lock the doors, hide the key! 'Cause the monster in the mirror is looking right back at me! Oh, you scream to shut me up as the slaughterhouse grows, While you feed your own kids to the masters you chose! A puppet to the elite, a slave to the game— Now scream your own name while I carve out your shame! [Verse 2] Man, I feel so nauseous from the shit you try to feed, Trading your own flesh and blood to satisfy your greed! You play the victim parent, want the title and the prize, Playing "mom" and "dad" to hide the maggots in your eyes! You dipped out for milk, left a ghost inside the room, Turning every birthday into a premature tomb! That kind of abandonment? It’s worse than passing away— 'Cause a corpse doesn't promise that it's coming back to stay! They roll back up years later with a plastic-wrapped grin, Acting like a saint while the rot is eating in! From the outside looking in, you’re a Pinterest-board dream, The happiest little household on a sickening TV screen! But behind closed doors when you lock that iron gate, You’re breeding mental patients filled with psychosis and hate! Driving kids insane while you post your fake lives online, Sipping on your wine while you watch their sanity decline! You call me a psycho? You're the cancer in the breed, A narcissist feeding on the hearts you make bleed! [Chorus] [Industrial circus organ, heavy stomp] A psychopath, a maniac, a knife to your throat! You’re drowning in the lie while you keep the beast afloat! Get the doctors, get the chains, lock the doors, hide the key! 'Cause the monster in the mirror is looking right back at me! Oh, you scream to shut me up as the slaughterhouse grows, While you feed your own kids to the masters you chose! A puppet to the elite, a slave to the game— Now scream your own name while I carve out your shame! [Verse 3] Watch the clock bleed red, hear the ticking get loud, You’re the architect choking on the blood of the crowd! Thought you locked up the cage, thought the monster was dead? Now the mirror cracks wide and it's inside your head! 12 AM, the Ringmaster lights up the flare, Exposing the skeletons rotting right there! 1 AM, the Sicko is peeling the skin from your lies, Showing the vacuum behind your dead eyes! 2 AM, the White Devil screams in your ear, Choking you out on your hypocrite fear! And at 3 AM... the PSYCHO rips open your chest, To prove you're the beast that you swore you repressed! You built this decay with your narcissistic hands, A rotting cathedral on sinking-sand plans! So scream at the ceiling, the curtain falls down— You wanted the crown of the freak show? Look at your crown! [Outro Chorus] [Backward organs, heartbeat bass Ringmaster Sicko] [Mocking whisper] Finally, we got the psycho back in his room, he's sleeping now... thank God it's 4 AM Again. I don't think he'll be awake anytime soon. [Record scratch] Psycho: (Megaphone scream, unhinged laugh) Hey doc, look again—the White Devil told me it’s still 3 AM, BITCH! Hahaha! [Full nu-metal explosion drop] A psychopath, a maniac, a knife to your throat! You’re drowning in the lie while you keep the beast afloat! Get the doctors, get the chains, lock the doors, hide the key! 'Cause the monster in the mirror is looking right back at you! The curtain's on fire, the slaughterhouse screams— Welcome to the nightmare inside of your dreams! [Winding music box, ticking clock fade]
