Greedy Greedy pup - Crimson Carnival
Female theatrical rock vocal over driving industrial groove and blown-out sub bass; jagged guitars stab between sharp turntable cuts, warped synths, and haunted fairground organ, Verses feel like a taunting ringmaster’s monologue with eerie sound FX swirling; chorus explodes into a chanty, crowd-ready hook with stacked gang vocals and call‑and‑response ad‑libs, Bridge drops into a half‑time carnival-of-terrors moment before snapping back to full-speed chaos for the final hook, vocal, uptempo, deep, industrial
Greedy Greedy pup - Crimson Carnival
Female theatrical rock vocal over driving industrial groove and blown-out sub bass; jagged guitars stab between sharp turntable cuts, warped synths, and haunted fairground organ, Verses feel like a taunting ringmaster’s monologue with eerie sound FX swirling; chorus explodes into a chanty, crowd-ready hook with stacked gang vocals and call‑and‑response ad‑libs, Bridge drops into a half‑time carnival-of-terrors moment before snapping back to full-speed chaos for the final hook, vocal, uptempo, deep, industrial
Lyrics
Instrumental Intro
Verse 1
The tent breathes a metallic sigh,
every footfall a drum, every gasp a hiss.
I stand at the center, ringmaster’s voice a velvet rope.
“YOU'RE HERE FOR THE REFLECTION,” "eyes on the glass."
You step closer, a hand full of pennies,
a greedy grin that never quite meets the eyes.
The mirror shivers, a twin that’s already gone mad.
“Greed,”...
“IT'S A SILENT THIEF THAT'll KILL YA!”
(kill ya kill ya)
Pre-Chorus
A single line of truth hangs between the two worlds:
“Every coin you clutch is a weight that pulls you deeper.”
Chorus
That greed, it’ll kill ya.
Oh yeah It'll kill ya
You’re chasing the coin in a mirror that never gives back.
Hands full of pennies, a voice that screams for more.
The crowd is a sea of shadows, the only light is the glass.
That greed, it’ll kill ya.
Oh yeah It'll kill ya
kill ya kill ya kill ya!
Verse 2
I point at the mirrored edge, at the way it shivers,
like a dog’s tail twitching on a midnight walk.
The fable runs through the haze—
a dog, a mirror, a hunger that never ends.
You reach, and the glass feels cold,
cold like a fist that has nothing left to take.
Your coins clink—tiny drums—yet no weight on your soul.
Pre-Chorus
The metallic hum rises, a promise in the air.
“Hold on to the coin, and the mirror will hold you too.”
Chorus
That greed, it’ll kill ya.
Oh yeah It'll kill ya
You’re chasing the coin in a mirror that never gives back.
hands full of pennies, a voice that screams for more.
The crowd is a sea of shadows, the only light is the glass.
That greed, it’ll kill ya.
Oh yeah It'll kill ya
kill ya kill ya kill ya!
Verse 3
The tent’s lights flicker like dying embers,
a scent of iron lingers in the air.
You’re still there, a shadow on a black screen,
ready to devour the next piece of yourself.
I raise a hand, the air shimmers, the world narrows—
the reflection is a trap, a cage of glass.
Pre-Chorus
The hum swells, the echo tightens.
“Your coins are a chain, the mirror is the lock.”
Chorus
That greed, it’ll kill ya.
Oh yeah It'll kill ya
You’re chasing the coin in a mirror that never gives back.
Hands full of pennies, a voice that screams for more.
The crowd is a sea of shadows, the only light is the glass.
That greed, it’ll kill ya.
Oh yeah It'll kill ya
kill ya kill ya kill ya!
Verse 4
The final note is a metallic sigh,
the tent closes its dark lid.
You remain, a hand full of pennies,
the only echo in the mind’s eye.
Bridge
If you could look past the sheen, past the shiny coin,
you’d see the empty space that’s been your cage.
The dog in the fable—still hungry, still waiting—
and you are the mirror, the one who never stops.
Outro
The last clink of coins fades into blackness.
A final whisper in the wind:
“It’ll kill ya.”
It'll kill ya
Kill ya kill ya kill ya!
It'll kill ya
Kill ya kill ya kill ya!
Oh that Greed Oh it'll kill ya
It'll kill ya
Kill ya kill ya kill ya!
It'll kill ya
Kill ya kill ya kill ya!
Oh that Greed it'll kill ya!
refrain
fade out