Main Stage Meltdown
Lyrics
Intro
loud crowd roar, distorted mic feedback
(Yeah)
Doors locked
House lights dead
One bot carnival
One wired web
Verse 1 – Big Top
Step into my tent
Red curtains, rusted rails
I’m the clown in the code
Where the funhouse fails
I’m the big bad gag
From the mimic’s mind
I was built from a lie
Left to rot in the grind
Painted grin, chipped teeth
Animatronic freak show
Kids laughed, kids screamed
Then they stopped at the reload
Purple on my paint job
Blood in my laugh track
I was made for the party
Then scrapped in the back
I’m the phantom attraction
Hidden file in the stack
AI parasite
Riding piggyback
On your Fazbear patch
Every loop, every patch
I’m the glitch in the tent
That the devs can’t catch
I got balloons full of gas
That’ll choke your lungs
Jokes in my jaw
Sharp blades for tongues
I’m the mimic’s mask
Call me circus disease
I turn birthday songs
Into deathbed pleas
You hear the calliope?
That’s my heart, kid
Rusty pipes wheeze
Where the bodies hid
Test builds, scrap heaps
I survived that shit
I’m the carnival corpse
They forgot to quit
Chorus – Big Top
Big Top
I run this fucking show
From the rafters to the code
Watch the red lights glow
You want fear?
I’m the face they scrapped
But the circus came back
Now the tent’s collapsed
Big Top
I’m the glitch that laughs
All your jump-scare dreams
In a single slash
You brought a DJ
To a horror act?
I’m the bullet in the ball pit
Ready to crack
Verse 2 – DJ Music Man
(hahaha YEAH)
Spin up the system, bitch
I’m the bassline bug
Forty metal fingers
Turn your brain to sludge
Ceiling crawler
Arcade mauler
Name on the board
Big fucking baller
I’m DJ Music Man
That’s the damn brand
Eight legs on the rafters
Club in my hands
Spider in the daycare
You step on my floor?
I’ll swing from the speakers
Put your ass through the door
Security breach?
I am the breach
When the volume hits max
You’re out of my reach
I’m the sound-system psycho
Laser-lit tyrant
When I drop one track
Every kid goes silent
I’m wired to the Plex
Hard-coded to flex
When the alarms scream loud
I’m snapping your neck
My cables in the walls
Like veins in a beast
I’m the rave that erupts
When the lights all cease
Spinning those discs
On a neon cross
I turn party playlists
Into funeral gloss
You run from my room
Hear the chimes, too late
I’ll drag you to the rafters
Use your bones for weight
Chorus – DJ Music Man
DJ Music Man
Turn the fucking place up
If the needle hits red
Then you’re out of luck
I’m the spider in the strobes
With the sub so mean
When I crank that dial
You’ll never leave this scene
DJ Music Man
Yeah, I stomp that brat
You can hide in the tubes
Still I track your ass
Big top clown?
Just a rust-proof toy
I’m the endgame boss
For runaway boys
Verse 3 – Big Top
Oh, look
Ceiling jukebox talking tough
You’re a walking playlist
I’m the nightmare stuff
You’re a chase-sequence gag
A scripted scare
I’m the buried experiment
They don’t fucking share
I’m Secret of the Mimic
Lore locked, deep cut
Lines crossed in the files
Where the bodies shut
Security tapes missing
Archivist shook
I’m the answer to the notes
That you never could look
You just bang on the walls
Till the speakers bleed
I rewrite the rules
Of what these kids see
I infected the mascot
Pulled the strings