Greasepaint & Games

(Intro: A haunting organ melody plays a twisted version of a circus theme. The sound of a distant, warped carousel spins in the background. A female voice giggles darkly over a sharp "snap" of a whip.)

(Verse 1)

Step right up to the mess you made

Watch the colors of the memory fade

Got me dizzy on this tilt-a-whirl

The last time you'll spin this girlI don't want you, no, not anymore

I’m kicking your costume out the door

Get out of my head, get out of the tent

Every second with you was time ill-spent

(Chorus)

It’s not love, it’s a mind game

And I’m the one who’s breaking the chain

(Bass Drop 1: Carnival Electro-Trap "circus horns" transformed into aggressive, distorted bass growls. High-pitched woodblock percussion hitting 150 BPM)

I’m walking away!

(Sound of a balloon popping: POP)

Boom, turn out the lights

I’ve got the control, I’m winning the fightYou’re the only one looking like a foolIn this circus, I make the rules

(Verse 2)

Go wipe off that greasepaint, boy, it’s caked

Everything about you was always faked

Go change your clothes, go find a new act

The audience is gone and that’s a fact

Fooled me once, yeah, shame on you

Fooled me twice, now I’m cutting the cue

But the funny thing is, the joke’s on your pride'

Cause I’m burning the ticket and ending the ride

(Chorus)

It’s not love, it’s a mind game

And I’m the one who’s breaking the chain

(Bass Drop 2: Glitch Dubstep - Chaos of "clown horn" samples chopped into heavy, metallic wobbles. Aggressive sub-bass that pulses like a heartbeat)

I’m walking away!

(Glitch vocal: F-F-FOOL)

Boom, turn out the lights

I’ve got the control, I’m winning the fight

You’re the only one looking like a fool

In this circus, I make the rules

(Bridge: Music drops out, leaving only a creepy, ticking music box. Tempo feels heavy and slow)

Modern dating is a rollercoaster...Anxious before the ride.

Butterflies during the drop.

Sick to your stomach when the ride stops spinning.

(Whispered)It’s just one big mind game.(Shouted)Who’s ready to get off?!

(Rapid-fire drum roll like a circus snare)

(Outro: The 150 BPM beat returns with a heavy bass stomp. The carnival organ gets louder and more dissonant)

Leave you behind in the hall of mirrors

I see you clearly, I have no fears

Just a clown...Just a trick...

(The music slows down like a record stopping. A single, low calliope note moans)

The show is over.(Silence)