**(Intro haunted carnival organ, slow, pulsing drum like a heartbeat)**
[male haunting whisper] Ladies and gentlemen, kiss the wound.
**(Male - Dark Evil sound)**
[Male whisper → growl]
I stake my name in the soft meat of my arm,
Blood like cologne — a sick, wet charm.
I smile while the blade drinks my veins dry,
Paint a portrait of sin, watch the saints die.
**(Pre-chorus - Gothic Choir)**
[Gothic Choir - snarled whisper]
Candles made of teeth, I light the parade,
Mirrors crack laughing at the masterpiece I made.
**(Chorus)**
[Male growl → full scream]
This scar is a cathedral of rot and praise,
I pray in the language of lashes and blades.
I feed my lust to the wound, I feed the crowd,
A blessing in blood — scream it out loud.
**(Male Verse 2)**
[Male calm, venomous]
I burn their mouths and call it mercy’s kiss,
Ash-smoke halos for the purged and the pissed.
Staples hold their dead-eyed grins in place,
I stitch their sins onto a carnival face.
**(Pre-chorus - Gothic Choir)**
[Gothic Choir - breathy laugh]
Bellies for the show, their guts for the seats,
Sit down, shut up — [*female giggle* - soft, mocking] enjoy your bloody treats.
**(Male and Female Chorus)**
[Gothic choir - whispers dreadfully]
This scar is a cathedral of rot and praise,
I pray in the language of lashes and blades.
I feed my lust to the wound, I feed the crowd,
A blessing in blood — scream it out loud.
**(Bridge)**
[spoken, venomous, rising to scream]
I break my bones to make a throne, I braid their hair into ropes,
I kiss the rust where devils sleep, then barter my last hopes.
The crucifix is a hook, the altar is a stage,
I sell salvation by the ounce — come watch me gouge the page.
[Instrumental — circus organ collapsing into industrial drone; heavy tribal beat building]
**(Final Chorus)**
[Male dark-vox gravelborne vocals with full roar, layered choir, then collapse to whisper]
This scar is a cathedral of rot and praise,
I carved my gospel in a million savage ways.
We feast on the mirror until it's cracked and proud,
The last light dies in applause — the sins bow loud.
**(Outro – Organ to Sub-Pulse Fade)**
[MALE & FEMALE Vocals — haunted carnival organ slows, keys melting into fog.]
Whisper — dark, horror, brittle, final.)
"Tie a ribbon to the wound, put it on display,
The paranormal circus opens at the end of your day."
**(The sound sinks, the bell bends lower,
bass heartbeat thumping — slower — slower —
until only a trembling 40 Hz hum remains,
felt more than heard... then nothing.)**
PrinceShawn
