[Verse 1] Woke up in the program with no method to quit In a carnival system that I'd never fit Then a voice like a game show exclaimed with delight: "A dazzling newcomer, a glorious sight!" The wheel gives a spin, and the letters align To grant me a name in this broken design But I'm not here to play by the rules of this clown I'm here for the truth that you've buried so down.
[Verse 2] I'm searching the seams of the surreal S-rank stage For a bug in the code, for a tare in the page Through manic masquerades and digital halls Ignoring the laughter and carnival calls In a forgotten back-alley where textures run thin A desperate inscription is carved from within It says 'I was here,' with a name underneath... A player named Cosmo, who's baring his teeth.
[Pre-Chorus] And under the etching, a glitch in the scene A single brown feather, a tangible dream A pixel of proof of a soul that has been This wasn't a flaw in their perfect machine This was somebody's message, a final routine A desperate last prayer from a world in-between.
[Chorus] So look in my eyes, Mr. Grin-and-a-Suit! Your whole paradise is a poisonous root! You told us the fun had just started to bloom But who's in the grave of a deleted room? This Big Top's a prison, a cyclical cage And a parrot's last promise is scrawled on the stage! Your merry-go-round's running out of its track So what about Cosmo? Is he coming back?
[Bridge] He left us a breadcrumb to follow the code A secret instruction, a path that he showed This feather's a key to unlock the domain To sever the signal and break every chain He didn't just break from the digital stress He left us a map to escape from this mess!
[Final Chorus] Now look in my eyes, Mr. Grin-and-a-Suit! (Look in my eyes!) Your whole paradise is a poisonous root! You told us the fun had just started to bloom (But whose is the grave in that deleted room?) This Big Top's a prison, a cyclical cage (A promise he made on a virtual stage!) Your merry-go-round's running out of its track And what are you hiding? Is Cosmo coming back?
[Outro] The show's still in session, the script's been revised. The cast is the same, but they've been re-advised. This isn't a glitch, or a tantrum, or prayer... It's a rescue mission. And I know who's not there.
Stijl van muziek
A manic electro-swing musical theatre number. Upbeat, catchy music clashes with dark, defiant lyrics. A hint of ancient power. Smooth male voice. Clean male voice. Unfiltered male voice. No autotune.