Welcome to the Tent

(The track starts with the heavy sound of a wooden door dragging open across concrete. Footsteps echo, sounding isolated in a massive, empty space. In the distance, an old carousel calliope starts playing a classic carnival tune, but it’s creepy—out of tune and dripping in stadium reverb.)

(The carousel music starts to glitch, stuttering like a scratched CD. A heavy, distorted heartbeat sound starts pulsing at 150 BPM under the melody.)

(Deep, glitched-out, sounding like a distorted megaphone):

Step right up...

Come see the grand illusion.

We’ve got thrills, we’ve got chills...

And a love that promises to never fade away.

(The carousel music completely loses power, sliding drastically down in pitch until it grinds to a halt. The empty silence is suddenly filled by the distant, muffled roar of a massive festival crowd outside the tent.)

(Whispering, dry and right in your ear, no effects):

But look closely...

Behind the curtain...

Nothing is what it seems.

(Booming back in with aggressive, massive energy):

Welcome... to the Funhouse.

(A huge, rising mechanical screech swells alongside a ticking clock. A sudden, frantic snare roll fires off like a machine gun, cutting off instantly on the very last beat—leaving just enough space for the listener to gasp before Track 2 slams down.)