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Beware...The Final Act Begins!

As the rides spin faster and the mirrors fracture the soul, spectators are stripped of their humanity and reshaped into living amusements—puppets bound by fear, laughter, and rusted gears. There is no escape, no intermission, and no final bow… only an endless performance inside the circus within. ⚠️ This is not a show you watch. ⚠️ This is a show you become. If you’re drawn to dark circus aesthetics, horror-driven storytelling, and oppressive atmospheres that linger long after the last note fades, welcome in. 🎟️ Enter at your own risk. The gates are sealed. The contract is signed. The final act has begun. Lyrics Your tickets are stamped in fire and bone You paid with your souls, now the price is shown The velvet curtains gasp as they descend You entered willingly… but you will never end The lanterns flicker with the last of your light Your shadows tremble, starving for flight But the gates are sealed in carnival rust And every heartbeat turns back to dust Hear the ropes whisper your forgotten names Hear the laughter feeding on your flames You’re not spectators… you’re offerings bled Living amusements for the horrors ahead Beware… the final act begins Your souls are bound in the circus within No door to flee, no dawn to see You’re trapped forever in eternity The ring of torment sharpens its grin The rides spin faster, pulling you in Your spirits stretched on the carousel’s wheel Molded into toys the clowns can feel The funhouse mirrors swallow your face Each reflection locked in a separate place Every fragment screaming, begging to be whole But the circus reshapes you… role by role Come forth, amusements carved from fears Wind your souls for a thousand years Gears of laughter grind your fate You are the show… and the show can’t wait Your essence caged in mechanical breath Pressed into puppets that dance with death Strings made from veins, limbs made from dread You’ll entertain forever… long after you're dead Beware… the final act begins Your souls are bound in the circus within No door to flee, no dawn to see You’re trapped forever in eternity The tents grow silent, the torches dim But your hollow eyes remain within You paid the price… the contract spins And now you are the act… …as the final act begins • Synthetically Generated Music • AI-Powered Song #phantomharlequin#horrofreakshow#bewarethefinalactbegins#darkmetal#postgrungecircus#newmusic#aimusic#sunov5#metalhead#metalcore#horrorsandamusement#whysoserious#smileitsfree