(Verse 1)
Sordid lives of the sketchy at heart
Scattered schemes and shattered dreams
Fast cars and big shards, needle scars and glass pipes
And long nights... so many long nights.
Sketchy is as sketchy does
The shadow people are here, there, and everywhere.
(Chorus)
A slice of ice, you better be nice
Ants and mice, no sacrifice
They're in my device!
They're in my device!
(Verse 2)
Shaky Bakey, do it now, do it right
What is that light? Get it out of my sight!
It's so bright!
Knock knock, who's there? At my door
In my closet, under my bed...
(Chorus)
A slice of ice, you better be nice
Ants and mice, no sacrifice
They're in my device!
They're in my device!
(Bridge)
The music pulls back, becoming sparse and tense. The vocals are a strained, almost spoken whisper.
All in my head... all in my head...
But they're all in my head...
And the welcome mat is out, it's torn and it's stained.
(Climax/Outro)
The music swells back, louder and more chaotic than before, with crashing cymbals and screaming feedback.
WELCOME TO THE FREAK SHOW!
WELCOME TO THE FREAK SHOW!
(Screamed) WELCOME!
The instruments cut out abruptly, leaving only the faint, lingering hum of the synth, which then fades to silence.