[Intro]
(sparse carnival organ, distant sirens, a child's laugh looped)
Whisper the city’s pulse — neon bones, broken thrones.
Welcome to the broadcast. Listen close.
[Verse 1]
I tip the scales with a grin — a carnival on a cratered block,
Carousel teeth rusted red, propaganda on a rooftop clock.
Metahuman fallout in the gutters, medals melted on the street,
Regime statues hollow, I plant jokes where justice used to meet.
I deal kings to beggars, throw jokers in the queen's face,
Spin a deck of headlines, make the Watchtower change its pace.
Laugh tracks on a burning broadcast — they stream my recipes,
Neon wounds, broken news, I stitch revolt into remedies.
Internal rhymes like bullets: brittle, little, settle, metal,
I phone chaos into clones, hand grenades disguised as petals.
Arkham ledger pages soaked in smiles I never signed,
Cell bars that bend like carnival poles, sanity redefined.
Call it contagion — truth’s an infection I prescribe,
I’m the mirror, not the monster — I only show what’s inside.
[Pre-Chorus]
Low lights, breathe in the hush before the boom,
I lace the quiet with a whisper, then I hand the city doom.
Soft now — listen to the build, the hush before the laugh,
One hollow exhale, then the world collapses in the craft.
[Chorus]
Laugh — (Ha!) Laugh — (Ha!)
Order falls, we clap, we laugh — Laugh.
Broadcast burns, they wake, they gasp — Laugh.
Unmake the crown, let chaos staff — Laugh.
[Verse 2]
I’m not just a villain, I’m a playwright for the broken state,
Scripted smiles, edited cries, I reframe the fate they hate.
Playing gods with broken toys: meta-powers on a string,
I pull a string, watch titans trip — democracy’s a fling.
Punchlines like propaganda — leaflet bombs in the sky,
Tell them I’m a madman, while I teach the masses how to fly.
Razor wit, razor blade, I carve theaters into warzones,
Clown paint on the rubble, I turn monuments to phones.
Internal cadence: neon-thieves, scene-steal, dream-peel, mean-heel,
I rhyme contagion into rhythms, slogans swing like guillotine wheels.
Propaganda carnival: a puppet show where laws combust,
Glass jaws of rulers shatter, ash of order in the dust.
I laugh in the face of gavel lights, my chorus is the crack,
Flip the channel, see the empire fold — no comebacks.
[Pre-Chorus]
Quiet now — breathe, watch the edge of the stage shimmer,
I let the echo sit, taste the fear, let their spine grow slimmer.
A single note, suspended like a blade over a crowd,
Then release — the laughter falls and answers back loud.
[Chorus]
Laugh — (Ha!) Laugh — (Ha!)
Order falls, we clap, we laugh — Laugh.
Broadcast burns, they wake, they gasp — Laugh.
Unmake the crown, let chaos staff — Laugh.
[Bridge — perspective flip]
Sometimes I see a child in the mirror — small hands, small rage,
A system stacked like cards and signed in someone else’s page.
I learned the law could bruise, learned that kings would sell their hearts,
So I traded pity for the playbook, made compassion into sparks.
Vulnerability like a ledger:
