Killer Funhouse (Part 1)

[Intro](The track opens in complete, oppressive silence. Suddenly, a deafening, metallic blast from an ancient Celtic Carnyx—a twelve-foot brass war horn shaped like a screaming wild boar—shrieks violently across the entire stereo field. Immediately, a 145 BPM Brazilian Funk rhythm slaps in with maximum velocity, driven by distorted wooden clicks, cracking bone sounds, and heavy, industrial factory elements instead of electronic drum hits.)Vocal (Pitch-shifted down to a low, demonic, rumbling chest voice): Welcome to the circus inside my skull... Killer Funhouse...(A sudden, terrifying pause in the drums. The entire musical backing drops out instantly into a dead vacuum. Right up against the center microphone, an unhinged, deeply psychotic laugh explodes across the mix, panning wildly from ear to ear: HAHAHAHAHAHA!)Vocal (Creepy, playful whisper jumping erratically between the left and right speakers): Riddle me this... I have a beating heart but no blood of my own, I eat through the dark but I’m made out of stone. What am I?Ezra / Crowd (The heavy 145 BPM drums smash back in with crushing impact, accompanied by a low, guttural, rhythmic tribal chant stacked wide in the mix): HO-HA! HO-HA! HO-HAVocal (Melodic, hyper-catchy, rhythmic rap cadence):Run, run, run, you better run from the sound,Before the laughter spreads and covers the ground!Run, run, run, yeah you better take flight,We are choking on the jokes in the valley tonight!(Behind the final line, a quiet, mocking whisper-laugh skips between the speakers, disintegrating into a granular digital delay trail: Heheheh...)[Verse 1 / Total Chaos](The beat shifts into a hyper-fast, syncopated primal rhythm. The heavy sub-bass aggressively bends up and down in pitch like a howling wolf, heavily sidechained to a hyper-compressed timber snare that cracks like a whip.)Poison in the bloodstream, bleeding through the space,I’m gasping for a breath in this unholy place.They want to lock the camp down and categorize my soul,But I’m a runaway stallion losing all control!(Ear candy: A sudden, hyper-realistic sound of a massive tree log snapping pans hard right to left, instantly followed by an unhinged, high-pitched clown-like giggle that glitches out and reverses into itself.)Vocal (High-pitched, mocking snarl overlapping the heavy drum beat): Riddle me this! The more of me you take, the more you leave behind. I creep in your shadow and steal from your mind. What am I?The ceiling is melting, the dark woods are alive,I’m drowning in the giggles just to feel like I survive!