[Verse 1] Alley full of floodwater Dead midway behind me Porcelain face cracked open No pulse, still they find me Coat made of flyers and tape Old shows on my shoulders Black ink on my chin Like the whole night got colder One bulb above me swings Like it’s trying to judge me Rats drag kings and queens Through the water, all muddy I don’t blink back I just stare at the drain Smiles in the puddles Look wrong in my frame A grim underground horrorcore concept: “The Carnival Witness” A cracked porcelain clown standing alone in a flooded alley behind a dead carnival at 3AM. One glowing carnival bulb flickers overhead. The clown’s oversized coat is stitched together from old concert flyers and caution tape. Black tears drip down its face like melting ink. In the puddles, distorted reflections show different expressions than the clown itself — smiling while it stares blankly forward. Rusted rides loom in the fog behind it, with faint neon reading “LAST SHOW.” Rats drag scattered playing cards through the water. Heavy grain, dirty reds, sickly greens, cinematic shadows, gritty underground rap aesthetic, parental advisory label, eerie atmosphere like an old VHS nightmare. Optional title ideas: “LAST SHOW” “Static Smile” “Flooded Midway” “Laugh Track” “Witnessed By Nobody” [Chorus] LAST SHOW, LAST SHOW Smile when I don’t LAST SHOW, LAST SHOW Puddles lie, I won’t (Last show) they keep laughing (Last show) I keep still LAST SHOW, LAST SHOW Witness this hill [Verse 2] Rusted rides in the fog Like bones on a payroll Ferris wheel stuck in prayer Mouths full of gray cold Neon says LAST SHOW Half-lit, then it gutters Every flash hits the coat And the caution tape shudders Concert paper on my sleeves Names gone, rain peeled them Someone screamed in the dark But the water just sealed them Cards in the canal Two hearts, then a joker The grin in the reflection Got wider than my own, sir My hands stay low My face stays blank But the image in the puddle Keeps taking a rank [Chorus] LAST SHOW, LAST SHOW Smile when I don’t LAST SHOW, LAST SHOW Puddles lie, I won’t (Last show) they keep laughing (Last show) I keep still LAST SHOW, LAST SHOW Witness this hill [Bridge] If you seen me there You seen what I carry A joke with no punchline A grave dressed merry The bulb burns out Then comes back mean And the whole dead carnival Starts breathing between [Chorus] LAST SHOW, LAST SHOW Smile when I don’t LAST SHOW, LAST SHOW Puddles lie, I won’t (Last show) they keep laughing (Last show) I keep still LAST SHOW, LAST SHOW Witness this hill
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