The Doggz Houze
A Dark Carnival Freakshow In The Hollow Grid
Crimson Hollow
Welcome to the bleeding edge of the Grid. Where the code rots and the shadows breathe. Under the heavy, suffocating glow of the crimson moon, the carnival risez from the scrap and steel.
This izn't a place for the weak. The rusted gates are open, and the Houze demands an audience.
The Ringmaster
He stands at the center of the madness, clad in absolute, light-devouring black. No face, only presence. The Ringmaster orchestrates the chaos of the Hollow Grid, a silent conductor of the macabre.
With every crack of his unseen whip, the neon flickers and reality bends to his will.
Feast your eyes and open those ears to intake The Ringmaster himself, CortexUS.
The Wicked Clownz
Lurking just past the periphery of the crimson light, they wait. Twisted reflections, grinning through cracked greasepaint and fractured data.
ICP
Twiztid
The wicked clownz are the foot soldiers of this freakshow, thriving on the fear that pumps through the veins of Crimson Hollow. They do not juggle; they hunt.
The Houze Of Horrorz
I.C.P.
Backstreet Juggalo
Operations
Cory Larson
Velvet and Iron
Album: The Dark Eclipse Carnival
"Velvet and Iron":
[Verse 1]
Step right up and behold the fractured minds
Welcome to the sanctuary of the damaged souls
We are the ones they couldn't break
We are the ones they couldn't tame
[Pre-Chorus]
Grime coated hands forging days in the rust
Feeding the gears of a world we distrust
Flickering bulbs with their frayed copper wire
Fueling the engine and feeding the fire
Spitting on systems that label us broken
Swallowing abuse that was never outspoken
Blood on the iron and grit in the bone
We build a kingdom and make it our own
[Chorus]
They want us hidden but we choose the light
Ready to strike in the dead of the night
Grit in our teeth and fire in our eyes
Ready to rupture their web full of lies
Us! We the ones who forge through the days, absorbing the abuse of society with our grit and grime.
We freaks need a show.... !!!!!!!!
[Verse 2]
Masks made of porcelain cracked on the floor
We are the monsters they cannot ignore
Velvet and iron and chains in the cage
Welcome to life on this twisted new stage
Society spits and they call us insane
We thrive on the power we find in the pain
Darkness is fuel and the scars are our pride
We are the gods that the world cast aside
[Pre-Chorus]
Feel the adrenaline coursing through veins
Snapping the shackles and breaking the chains
We are the storm and we are the flood
Iron in spirit and ice in the blood
[Chorus]
Us! We the ones who forge through the days, absorbing the abuse of society with our grit and grime.
We freaks need a show.... !!!!!!!!
[Outro] We are the freaks and we are the show
Welcome to reality down below
Grit and grime and chains and cage
We are the monsters on the stage