Tilt-A-World War

[Intro]
Step right up
Step right up
Big top, big risk
Ticket for the twist
[Verse 1]
Cotton candy on my tongue
Heartbeat doing drums, then it jumps
Juggler with the chainsaws grins
Every smile here hides sharp pins
Ferris wheel leaning like it might fold
Fortune teller says “you’re too bold”
Clown car packed with bad ideas
Honking out my kind of fear (hey!)
[Chorus]
Welcome to the tilt-a-world war
Round and round till we’re flung off course
Laugh till you cry, then you cry some more
Hands in the air for the tilt-a-world war
Spinning on a wire we can’t afford
Chaos is the only reward
Line up, line up, you’ve been here before
Ride till it breaks in the tilt-a-world war
[Verse 2]
Ringmaster with the gold-capped grin
Top hat hiding all my sins
Tightrope over borrowed time
Crowd chant louder than my mind
I’m
running on adrenaline, a little bit of venom in
my veins, every minute that I’m in it got me tumblin’
stumbling, doubling, trouble and I’m loving it
carousel careening and I still keep jumping in
[Bridge]
Lights flicker, soundtrack shatters
Ground shakes, only laughter
We fall, then we climb back faster (oh yeah)
“That all you got?” we answer
[Chorus]
Welcome to the tilt-a-world war
Round and round till we’re flung off course
Laugh till you cry, then you cry some more
Hands in the air for the tilt-a-world war
Spinning on a wire we can’t afford
Chaos is the only reward
Line up, line up, you’ve been here before
Ride till it breaks in the tilt-a-world war

rap, Hyperactive circus-ska hybrid with male vocals: off-kilter organ, tuba bass, and skanking guitar on the upbeats. Verses double-time into precision speed-rap over glitchy dubstep drops, with siren risers and chopped vocal fills. Chorus slams into a shout-along gang vocal hook, brass stabs, and pitch-bent wobble bass for a chaotic carnival-on-the-brink energy arc., ska, dubstep