Carnival of Dead Smiles

Lyrics

Intro
[beat drops in, warped carnival organ looping]
(ha… hahahaha…)
Step right up
Two clowns one ring
Red balloon
Rusty swing
Dead crowd
Let the tent lights dim
You paid in fear
We paid in skin

Chorus
Welcome to the carnival of dead smiles
Striped tent, long teeth, lost child
Two thrones made of ribcage piles
We don’t joke, we just add to the files
Dead smiles
Dead crowds
Dead quiet
Then dead loud
If you hear that laugh in the dark aisle
You a name in the ledger, dead smile

Verse 1 – Art the Clown
Black‑and‑white thug, I don’t talk, I carve
Greasepaint cracked, grin cut too hard
Trash bag drag like a body in the yard
Halloween’s mine, I patrol that boulevard
Silent in the corner of your broken dream
Mutilate flesh like an art‑school scheme
Canvas of a spine on a metal beam
You scream, I mime, but the blood’s in 4K, clean

Terra on the stairwell, split that soul
Hand saw swing, turned her torso cold
Skin suit stitch, I fold, I mold
Turn bathroom walls into fresco gold
Sienna with the paintbrush, saint with the curse
Resurrect my ass from a body‑bag hearse
Little pale girl in the crowd, that ghost my nurse
She smile, you die, I rehearse that worse

I don’t need a sewer, I don’t need a speech
I just lurk by the bathroom bleach
Writing on the mirror with a spine I breach
“ART WAS HERE” in a dripping reach
Clown cafe jingle in your restless head
You hum that hook, then you wake up dead
I’m the sketch on the napkin the devil misread
Then framed me in a franchise bathed in red

Verse 2 – Pennywise
(heh‑heh‑heh…)
Hiya, beastie, I’m the feastie
Cosmic clown thing, taste fear, eat easy
Deadlights flash, your mind go queasy
You float down here, slick, it’s breezy
Red balloon in the storm‑drunk sky
Little Georgie’s arm? Mine, don’t cry
Drain grate teeth, took that guy
S‑s‑stuttering Bill still asking why

I’m that IT, appetite infinite
I wear this clown like a fitted fit
Spider‑limb horror in the sewer pit
I see what you see when you try to quit
Losers Club thought they won that war
Came back twenty‑seven, I was hungry for more
Projector jump‑scare on the living room floor
Big head in the film frame chewing the décor

I twist your trauma like a carnival ride
Turn your secret shame to a slide you can’t hide
Fat joke fears, mommy tears, daddy’s lies
I peel those open, season with your cries
Neighborhood kids on missing posters
Bicycle spokes spin ghostly coasters
Derry’s curse is my church of roasters
I feed, town bleeds, I toast these toasters (yea‑ah)

Chorus
Welcome to the carnival of dead smiles
Striped tent, long teeth, lost child
Two thrones made of ribcage piles
We don’t joke, we just add to the files
Dead smiles
Dead crowds
Dead quiet
Then dead loud
If you hear that laugh in the dark aisle
You a name in the ledger, dead smile

Verse 3 – Art the Clown
You loud as fuck, you cartoon bug
I’m the one dragging corpses on the Jersey rug
Miles County massacre, bathroom flood
Sawed that girl in half, bathed in blood
You cosmic leech, you snack on dread
I’m teeth in the tendon, needle in the head
You wait for fear, I don’t need that thread
I kill ‘cause I like how it paints the shed

You bully little kids; I butcher any
Pregnant mama, priest, I’ll split