Under the Big Top

<intro>
The tent is breathing, walls expand,  
Laughter spills like blood on sand.  
Ha-ha-ha-ha! *<laugh>*  
The music swells, the stage ignites,  
I’m trapped beneath the big top lights.  

<verse>
The drums pound hard, my heart keeps pace,  
Spotlights scorch my painted face.  
Hee-hee-hee! *<laugh>*  
Every echo calls my name,  
But every voice just sounds the same.  
Ha-ha-ha! *<laugh>*  
Cotton clouds and carousel lies,  
Now the carnival’s in my eyes.  

<prechorus>
The crowd’s not real, they’re made of screams,  
But I can’t wake from circus dreams.  
Ha-ha-ha-ha! *<laugh>*  

<chorus>
Under the big top, I can’t stop,  
Ha-ha-ha-ha! *<laugh>*  
I dance till my laughter drops.  
The lights are gods, the stage my tomb,  
Every giggle seals my doom.  

<verse>
The Ferris wheel turns slow and black,  
It creaks my name, won’t bring me back.  
Hee-hee-hee-ha! *<laugh>*  
The popcorn burns, the banners bleed,  
The tent consumes — it feeds on need.  
Ha-ha-ha-ha! *<laugh>*  
No ringmaster, no crowd to see,  
Just endless mirrors laughing me.  

<bridge>
The organs scream, the lions roar,  
The ground splits open like before.  
Hee-hee-hee-hee! *<laugh>*  
I’m swallowed whole by every light,  
And still I laugh into the night.  
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! *<laugh>*  

<breakdown>
(whispered)  
Step right up, you paid your fee,  
Now the circus lives through me.  
Hee-hee-hee! *<laugh>*  
(voice rises)  
The spotlight burns, the ropes all drop,  
Under the big top — I can’t stop!  
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! *<laugh>*  

<chorus>
Under the big top, I can’t stop,  
Ha-ha-ha! *<laugh>*  
I dance till my laughter drops.  
The lights are gods, the stage my tomb,  
Every giggle seals my doom.  

<outro>
The tent folds in, my body fades,  
Hee-hee-hee! *<laugh>*  
My soul’s the spark the circus made.  
Ha-ha-ha-ha! *<laugh>*  
Forever caught beneath the show,  
Under the big top — down below.

Epic, unhinged, theatrical
Style: Dark rock • Industrial pop • Horror rap, creepy giggles the clown