[Intro] [Slow heavy grand piano playing a creepy waltz melody] The streets are all quiet... But the monsters are all awake. Every single smile in the neighbor hood... Is so fucking fake... [Verse 1] [Slow deliberate rhythm. Just the piano and a creeping upright bass] You lock the doors and watch the news, You hide beneath the bed. But the clowns are painting targets... Inside of your little head! A silver tongue, a tailored suit, A promise in the dark. They strike the wooden match, And watch the flying sparks! They feed you on the paranoia, And tell you who to blame. And drag you down... Into a fucked up little game. [Pre-Chorus] [Heavy tom drums slowly fade in, building a booming marching tension] There is nothing more dangerous... Than a humiliated man... So give your devotion... To his master plan. [Chorus] [Heavy dramatic explosion of sound. Smashing piano chords, slow distorted guitars, soaring emotional belting] So lock your pinky with the leader, Tell him what you fear! Bow down to the ruler... Of the panic in hear! Pour the Kool-Aid in the crystal, Drink the poison down, It's a beautiful night... To burn this whole fucking town! The nightmare is real, the trap is set... And the cult is a promise... that you won't forget! [Verse 2] [Music drops back to just the slow heavy piano. Vocals are bitter and sarcastic] The smiling neighbors bought a knife, And dug a shallow hole. They took your sanity, And then they took all of control! There's arsenic inside the wine, You serve upon the plate. A little revenge... For the ones that you hate. They thought you were a frightened mouse, With a target on your back... But the tears are dry... And you're ready to attack! [Pre-Chorus] [Booming tom drums return, cello swells with dark emotion] There is nothing more dangerous... Than a humiliated man... But a woman with a secret... Will ruin your plans. [Chorus] [Maximum theatrical energy, massive wall of sound, desperate and raw vocals] So lock your pinky with the leader, Tell him what you fear! Bow down to the ruler... Of the panic year! Pour the Kool-Aid in the crystal, Drink the poison down, It's a beautiful night... To burn this whole fucking town! The nightmare is real, the trap is set... And the cult is a promise... that you won't forget! [Bridge: The Empty Chamber] [Music stops completely. Just a single high piano note repeating slowly] [Vocals are a cold confident whisper] You wanted an army. You wanted a war. But you let the real killer... Walk right through that door. [Deep heavy piano chord strikes] The chamber is empty... The trigger goes click... Now the women of the world... Are so fucking sick. [Final Chorus] [Huge triumphant and heavy. Guitars and piano crashing together, choir of backing vocals] So lock your pinky with the leader, Tell him what you fear! Bow down to the ruler... Of the panic year! Pour the Kool-Aid in the crystal, Drink the poison down, It's a beautiful night... To burn the town! The nightmare is real, the trap is set... And the cult is a promise... that you won't forget! [Outro] [Tempo slows to a crawl, heavy and dramatic] A promise you won't forget. (Pinky swear...) A promise you won't forget. (Pinky swear...) Hail to the Senator. [One final massive piano slam] [Absolute silence]
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