black ice
Whoop whoop—black ice slide, Painted faces in the headlights, Cornfield ghosts on a murder ride, Midwest juggalos—stay alive. Whoop whoop—don’t blink twice, Laugh track cut with a butcher knife, If you hear that horn in the dead of night, That’s the carnival—black ice. [Verse 1 – double-time] Back road bat swing, jaw crack, teeth fly, Snow on the boots, blood freeze, streetlights, County line sign say “Jesus Saves,” But the trunk still knockin’ from the interstate. Face paint smear like a crime scene smile, Grain silo echoes for miles and miles, We don’t tag walls—we tag skin, Leave fingerprints in the frost we in. Gas station flicker, pump three scream, Mask in the mirror ain’t me—it’s we, Fast feet crunch when the corn lays dead, Hear that laugh? Yeah—run instead. [Bridge – panic voice] You shouldn’t have stopped. You shouldn’t have stared. You shouldn’t have laughed. [Verse 2 – relentless] Razor wind cut through a hoodie thread, Snow angels made outta something red, Fairground bones in the gravel pit, Ride broke down—now you part of it. Scanner static say “units down,” Clown shoes prints all around town, Every siren die when we cross that street, Midwest curse in a four-four beat. Rust belt lungs fulla factory smoke, Smile stitched tight with a dirty joke, You call us trash—now you see the joke, Punchline hit when your bones go broke. [Hook – repeat, harder] Whoop whoop—black ice slide, Painted faces in the headlights, Cornfield ghosts on a murder ride, Midwest juggalos—stay alive. Whoop whoop—don’t blink twice, Laugh track cut with a butcher knife, If you hear that horn in the dead of night, That’s the carnival—black ice. [Verse 3 – fastest / last push] Knife flash quick like a camera snap, Memory blur where the road map at, Corn talk back when the moon hang low, Every row know secrets you don’t know. Truck stop bathroom blood on the sink, Smile in the mirror start talkin’ to me, You thought it was paint till it start to drip, Now the Midwest got you in its grip. Family deep, we don’t need a name, You hear whoop whoop? That’s the bell for pain, Fast beat heartbeat—panic spike, Welcome home to the long cold night. [Outro – slowed, menacing] You crossed the line. You heard the laugh. You didn’t make it back.
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Whoop whoop—black ice slide, Painted faces in the headlights, Cornfield ghosts on a murder ride, Midwest juggalos—stay alive. Whoop whoop—don’t blink twice, Laugh track cut with a butcher knife, If you hear that horn in the dead of night, That’s the carnival—black ice. [Verse 1 – double-time] Back road bat swing, jaw crack, teeth fly, Snow on the boots, blood freeze, streetlights, County line sign say “Jesus Saves,” But the trunk still knockin’ from the interstate. Face paint smear like a crime scene smile, Grain silo echoes for miles and miles, We don’t tag walls—we tag skin, Leave fingerprints in the frost we in. Gas station flicker, pump three scream, Mask in the mirror ain’t me—it’s we, Fast feet crunch when the corn lays dead, Hear that laugh? Yeah—run instead. [Bridge – panic voice] You shouldn’t have stopped. You shouldn’t have stared. You shouldn’t have laughed. [Verse 2 – relentless] Razor wind cut through a hoodie thread, Snow angels made outta something red, Fairground bones in the gravel pit, Ride broke down—now you part of it. Scanner static say “units down,” Clown shoes prints all around town, Every siren die when we cross that street, Midwest curse in a four-four beat. Rust belt lungs fulla factory smoke, Smile stitched tight with a dirty joke, You call us trash—now you see the joke, Punchline hit when your bones go broke. [Hook – repeat, harder] Whoop whoop—black ice slide, Painted faces in the headlights, Cornfield ghosts on a murder ride, Midwest juggalos—stay alive. Whoop whoop—don’t blink twice, Laugh track cut with a butcher knife, If you hear that horn in the dead of night, That’s the carnival—black ice. [Verse 3 – fastest / last push] Knife flash quick like a camera snap, Memory blur where the road map at, Corn talk back when the moon hang low, Every row know secrets you don’t know. Truck stop bathroom blood on the sink, Smile in the mirror start talkin’ to me, You thought it was paint till it start to drip, Now the Midwest got you in its grip. Family deep, we don’t need a name, You hear whoop whoop? That’s the bell for pain, Fast beat heartbeat—panic spike, Welcome home to the long cold night. [Outro – slowed, menacing] You crossed the line. You heard the laugh. You didn’t make it back.
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