(Intro)
[Sound Effect: The creepy, distorted calliope music of an abandoned carnival drifts through the fog. The massive, heavy SNIP-SNAP of rusted sewing shears cuts the rhythm. Rusted roller coaster chains drag heavily across dirt, setting a slow, swinging industrial beat.]
(Verse 1)
Step inside the unraveling tent
Where all the carnival banners are rent
A spindly shadow, a canvas face
Button eyes stitched tightly in place
I hold the silver, I hold the shears
Cutting away at your brightest years
Welcome to the loom, welcome to the game
Where nobody leaves looking the same
(Verse 2)
[Sound Effect: The wind howls through tattered circus canvas. A slow, heavy bass drone pulses beneath a creepy, out-of-tune music box melody.]
You played the games and you lost the prize
Now look at the hunger in my button eyes
Thick black twine is spinning around
Pinning your movements straight to the ground
I’m pulling the threads of your memory clean
Stitching your fabric into my machine
A piece of a banner, a strip of a wire
Feeding the loom of my dark desire
(Chorus)
[Sound Effect: The calliope music turns heavy and distorted, blending with crushing industrial electronic drums. A spectral, echoing choir rises in a mournful melody.]
Stitch it up, sew it tight
Your shadow belongs to the carnival night
Unravel the reality, tear the design
Everything you were is finally mine
Patchwork circus, tattered and tall
Penny is waiting to capture them all
(Verse 3)
[Sound Effect: The heavy industrial drums stop. The sound of a needle piercing thick fabric—a rhythmic, dragging ZIP-WHOOSH—plays over a lone, weeping violin.]
I don't want your money, I don't want your gold
I just want the warmth that your fabrics hold
Your fears make the thread so heavy and strong
A tapestry built on where you don't belong
With one swift cut of my silver cane
I sever the link to your joy and your pain
(Verse 4)
[Sound Effect: The roller coaster chains start rattling violently. The heavy industrial beat drops back in with maximum force, accompanied by a low, mechanical grinding sound.]
The carnival engines are starting to turn
As the last of your human illusions burn
I’m sewing your shadow straight into my coat
A tattered banner, a ghostly note
You’re part of the fabric, you’re part of the show
Into the quilt where the lost souls go
(Bridge)
[Sound Effect: A sharp, metallic CLANG of shears hitting chains. A raspy, rhythmic female voice chants a sing-song nursery rhyme beneath a ticking clock effect.]
Needle and thread, black and red,
Spin the yarn until you're dead.
One sharp snip to end the play,
Throw the leftover scraps away.
(Chorus)
[Sound Effect: The grand, chaotic climax. The calliope, industrial grinding, rattling chains, and heavy electronic bass smash together as multiple spectral voices scream in harmony.]
Stitch it up, sew it tight
Your shadow belongs to the carnival night
Unravel the reality, tear the design
Everything you were is finally mine
Patchwork circus, tattered and tall
Penny is waiting to capture them all
(Outro)
[Sound Effect: The mechanical grinding stops abruptly. A final, slow SNIP of the shears echoes cleanly. The tattered canvas tent flaps heavily in a sudden gust of wind, and the calliope music winds down, dying out like a broken toy.]
Snip the thread...
The canvas closes...
Nothing left but scraps.