

Prompt / Lyrics
<intro> Step into the tent, feel the velvet glow, Bright lights, fake teeth, put on a show. Ha—ha—ha! *<laugh>* Bring your pennies, bring your fear, Giggles smiles — the end is near. <verse 1> (rap) I juggle light, I juggle lies, paint a grin to sell the night, Two-faced mirror, cheap confetti, neon teeth and broken light. They clap for tricks, they pay to stare, curtain call on my disguise, But under greasepaint, something’s waiting — a hollow in my eyes. Ha—ha! *<laugh>* Heartbeat racing with the drums, a metronome of panic ticks, My jokes land soft, then bite — my humor’s full of broken bits. <pre-chorus> (melodic) Smile for the camera, say the line, don’t let them see the seam, I laugh to keep the shadows back, but shadows live inside the dream. Hee—hee—hee. *<laugh>* <chorus> (anthemic) Welcome to the show — where the bright lights hide the blood, We laugh until it’s hollow, until the truth cuts through the mud. Ha—ha—ha! *<laugh>* Clap your hands, don’t fall behind, follow me into the glow, Tonight the circus calls your name — welcome to the show. <verse 2> (rap) Candy-coated threats, candy floss and crooked teeth, Puppets on a string, parents leave, the kids believe. I spit a rhyme about salvation, trade a truth for thirty bucks, But every grin I sell returns like thunder, tighter in my guts. Ha—ha—ha! *<laugh>* My laughter pops like static — a glitch inside the reel, I try to play the happy part but feel the coldness steal. <bridge> (spoken/sung, eerie) Listen — the organ moans, the horses have no names, The popcorn tastes like rust, and someone’s calling flames. Hee—hee… *<laugh>* Do you feel that tug? The tent is folding inward slow, Faces bend like wax; the mirror’s never been my friend. <chorus> (louder, distorted) Welcome to the show — where the bright lights hide the blood, We laugh until it’s hollow, until the truth cuts through the mud. Ha—ha—ha—ha! *<laugh>* Step closer if you dare, take my hand, let the curtains blow, I’ll sell you one last laugh — welcome to the show. <outro> (quiet, menacing) The crowd goes silent, pockets emptied, pockets hollow, I bow and bar the door — tonight I’ll borrow sorrow. A single laugh, then many — echo down the rows. Ha—ha—ha… *<laugh>* Goodnight, bright lights — the clown takes home your throes.
Tags
Giggles the clown evil and creepy dark rap/rock
3:27
No
10/11/2025