[Intro] [low choir, distant tolling bell] House lights fade Velvet rope parts Welcome in To the graveyard arts (hey!) [Verse 1] Step on the stage in a plague mask Jawbone necklace, stained flask Teeth in the pocket, blade in the Bible Pages stuck shut from a past revival Tongue twist, talk in a dead dialect Clock ticks backward, spine disconnects Paint my face with the ash of the ushers Blood-red carpet, bone-white crushers Snap like a mousetrap, back row gasp Program printed on a body bag tag Every bar carved in cartilage Voice like a morgue door, hard to miss Chopper in the larynx, rattling the rafters Spit so rapid that I stagger the pastors Words turn worms in your inner ear canal This that Curtain Call of the Damned [Chorus] Welcome to the Curtain Call of the Damned (woah) Stand up, clap for the hacked and the hanged Spotlight shine on the bruised and the branned We don’t pray here, we just chant your name Curtain Call of the—Curtain Call of the Damned Hands up high if you’re scarred and you’re shamed Crowd surf coffins in a human wave Front row seats to the end of your faith Curtain Call of the—Curtain Call of the Damned (hey!) [Verse 2] Neck-snappin’ tempo, let me get it in a millisecond Anybody really wanna get up in the middle of the venom I’ma hit ’em with a bit of irredeemable rhythm Then I pivot, put a vision of a villain in your cerebellum Click-click, tongue like a rusted switchblade Six-six scripts in a sick little mixtape Ribcage drumline, boot to the bass Fingers on your throat like a two-hand brace House lights flicker when I syllable split Every little bit of spit a critical slit Minimal limit to the wicked I give ’em I dig in the rhythm and drill ’til the filament rips Black suit, black gloves, blacklisted Backstage mirror with the glass twisted See three faces, each one whisper “Feed that crowd, make the whole room blister” And I do, with a grin like a fracture Chant tight as a wound in a rapture Call my band of the lost and captured We the final act, last chapter [Chorus] Welcome to the Curtain Call of the Damned (woah) Stand up, clap for the hacked and the hanged Spotlight shine on the bruised and the branned We don’t pray here, we just chant your name Curtain Call of the—Curtain Call of the Damned Hands up high if you’re scarred and you’re shamed Crowd surf coffins in a human wave Front row seats to the end of your faith Curtain Call of the—Curtain Call of the Damned (yeah) [Bridge] [drop into brostep break, crowd chant] Left, right Stomp on the cracks in the floor One more Scream till you tear out your throat This night Every secret you hide gets scored On the walls in a jagged red quote (ooh) [Chorus] Welcome to the Curtain Call of the Damned (woah) Stand up, clap for the hacked and the hanged Spotlight shine on the bruised and the branned We don’t pray here, we just chant your name Curtain Call of the—Curtain Call of the Damned Hands up high if you’re scarred and you’re shamed Crowd surf coffins in a human wave Bow real low when you hear that clang Curtain drops quick on the Curtain Call of the Damned [Outro] [feedback and distant choir] House lights up But you don’t stand You just stare With my mark on your hands

rap, Male vocals. Hybrid horrorcore rap-rock with chopper verses over downtuned, fuzzed-out guitars and snarling bass. Brostep drops slam in the hook with metallic synth stabs and gated growls, drums switch between halftime stomp and frantic double-time. Atmosphere built with eerie pads, choir swells, and reverse effects; vocals alternate precise machine-gun flows and screamed gang shouts in the chorus., brostep, metal, rap rock, rock, horrorcore