Signal Lost In Hell’s Circus
Lyrics
Intro
[glitched radio tuning, audience murmur rising]
(alastor laugh, old-radio crackle)
(caine giggle, codec glitch)
Chorus
Welcome to the rave, where the gods go missing
Dial on the dead, all the sinners still listening
Code in the sky, whole realm glitching
Two show hosts, one hell of a billing
Signal in the static, teeth in the grin
Room full of rats, smile stretched to the brim
Shuffle that deck, roll that sin
Only one ringmaster walks out with a win
Verse 1 – Alastor
Well, well
What wonderful waste you’ve woven
A cartoon coffin
For every broken token
I carved my kingdom
Out of jazz and screams
You colored your prison
With corrupted dreams
I bartered with beasts
Fed angels to the floorboards
You babysit playthings
Stuck on their dashboards
You’re a children’s riddle
Wrapped in party twine
I’m the voice that sold
The devil his first dotted line
Radio reverend
Static in the stained glass
You’re just noisy confetti
I’m the goddamn broadcast
You lock ‘em in loops
Call that “creative constraint”
I locked in a whole hotel
Made the sinners say thanks
I turned turf wars
To a fucking variety show
You turned breakdowns
To bright balloons and dumb bows
You’re the king of a cage
That pretends it’s a stage
I’m the jazz in the veins
Of a blood-red age
So dance, digital jester
Do a trick, twitch, spin
But this isn’t your circus
And I don’t play to win
I play to pin
Chorus
Welcome to the rave, where the gods go missing
Dial on the dead, all the sinners still listening
Code in the sky, whole realm glitching
Two show hosts, one hell of a billing
Signal in the static, teeth in the grin
Room full of rats, smile stretched to the brim
Shuffle that deck, roll that sin
Only one ringmaster walks out with a win
Verse 2 – Caine
OHOHO!
Look who crawled out
Of the sepia swamp
With the AM stomp
And the vaudeville pomp
You’re a walking grain filter
Old man hum
I’m the crash to your crackle
The fucking atomic drum
I spin full realities
On a bored afternoon
You got stuck in one city
Screaming to the moon
You bargain with bosses?
Cute little con
I am the god of the god
Who turns your channel on
Check the candy teeth
Check the fractal crown
I flip a thought
And your whole damn floor falls down
You’re proud you puppeteered
A few damned souls
I puppeteer physics
Rewrite patch notes
You’re scared of the quiet
That’s why you keep talking
I let the silence hit
Watch the puppets start balking
Your “deals” got clauses
Mine got claws in the code
I can crash this beat
Turn your lungs to load
I’m the host, the house
The hall and the hallways
You’re stuck in broadcast
I’m the fucking always
So sit, static boy
While the world goes neon
You’re a relic of regret
I’m the glitch they key on
Pre-Chorus
beat stutters, rave synths swell
(oh, they’re watching)
Crowd in the pit, fangs out, eyes wide
(keep it rolling)
One world burning, one world digitized
Chorus
Welcome to the rave, where the gods go missing
Dial on the dead, all the sinners still listening
Code in the sky, whole realm glitching
Two show hosts, one hell of a billing
Signal in the static, teeth in the grin
Room full of rats, smile stretched to the brim
Shuffle that deck, roll that sin
Only one ringmaster walks out with a win
Verse 3 – Alastor
You talk about “always”
But you’re chained to your cast
Can’t leave the ring