Deadlights & Hacksaws

Lyrics

Intro
laughter echoes, warped calliope loop
Step right up
Blood on the tent ropes, rust on the cup
Tickets get torn, teeth get torn up
Two clowns enter
One clown shut up

Verse 1 – Pennywise
Oh, you brought a little tricycle, mime boy, cute
I bring whole f**kin’ sewers, kids float in my suit
I’m the centuries of hunger in a red balloon knot
You a silent little creep with a thrift-store prop shop

I watched eras rot
From the witch trials straight through a sitcom plot
Derry on repeat, every twenty-seven ticks
You barely filled a tunnel in a one-stop flick

I got deadlights, daylights, nightlights in my grin
Cosmic thing in a clown skin, it’s all sin
You? Basement boogeyman with a hacksaw kink
I turn bathwater red when the kids just blink

They pray, I play
Teeth fold open like a f**kin’ bouquet
Projector in the living room, I step through the frame
You just peek through a door like it’s hide-and-slash game

I’m the storm in the gutter, hear the boat go skrrt
Take a bite from a brother, let the yellow coat squirt
Your canvas needs my carnage just to feel like art
I been carving on this planet since before your part

Chorus
Carnival of corpses, who want smoke?
Striped tents breathe, blood fog, we choke
Two clowns clash where the crowd can’t cope
Deadlights & hacksaws, cut your hope

We don’t play fair, we don’t play nice
Cotton candy crusted with black ice
Step in the ring, better roll that dice
Deadlights & hacksaws, pay that price (yeah)

Verse 2 – Art the Clown
(heh…)
No words
Just work
White face, smeared black, let the nose berserk
Tilt head, slow smile, pull blade from the purse
You talk too f**kin’ much, I just make it worse

Diner booth midnight, horn goes squeak
Saw your jaw off slow, let the tendons speak
Hang you up in the back, make a red fringe curtain
Your lungs do the screaming, my silence certain

I paint bathrooms
Wall to wall wombs, crimson mushrooms
Hack the hobo, slice the sister
Make your momma kiss your blister

Second act basement, plastic sheet ballet
Split a girl in half, still not my craziest day
You cosmic? Cool story
I drag the body back for the sequel glory

You need fear like a battery, bitch, that’s cute
I bring my own juice
Stomp a face to pulp in a clown shoe suit
Brick to the skull till the brain gets loose

I get shot, get stabbed, still grin in the morgue
Skull cap caved, still pulling on the spinal cord
You a spider in the attic with a monologue script
I’m the glitch in the footage when the throat gets ripped

Pre-Chorus – Pennywise
Oh, look at you, little mime in the pitch black hall
Hiding in the closet like a knockoff sprawl
I am older than your atoms (ha ha), deeper than your fear
You need a dusty warehouse, I bloom anywhere

Pre-Chorus – Art
Red balloon soft boy, sewer-verse king
Talk that multiverse shit, still get clipped in the ring
You need kids to cower, need the sheep to freeze
I gut ‘em all equal, toddlers to police

Chorus
Carnival of corpses, who want smoke?
Striped tents breathe, blood fog, we choke
Two clowns clash where the crowd can’t cope
Deadlights & hacksaws, cut your hope

Carousel spinning, teeth on spokes
Ringmaster laughing while the rope man chokes
Step in the dark where the floorboards croak
Deadlights & hacksaws, that’s your joke

[Verse 3 – Pennywise