1984

[Intro] [fast heavy synth reverb 80's drums] [Slow creeping 1980's dark cabaret waltz. Heavy synth keys and upright bass Horror Movie] [Brooding emotional emo vocals] Welcome to Camp Redwood... I hope you brought a sleeping bag baby. Welcome to Camp Redwood... I hope you brought a body bag baby!! [Verse 1: The Cabaret Waltz] [Slow swaying 3/4 rhythm. Sinister tone] The groundskeeper's keys are a twisted lullaby, Counting down the seconds 'til the virgins have to die. Margaret’s got a fetish for the cartilage and bone, Leaving every counselor to bleed out on their own. A wooden spike straight through the neck and bone, a skull split in two... Just a bloody fucking summer for a slaughterhouse crew. [Chorus: The 80s Explosion] [Sudden genre shift! Fast blazing 1980s synth-pop, upbeat drum machine, bright new wave chords] [High-energy soaring 80s pop vocals] So cue up the synths and sharpen the blade! We’re dying to the rhythm of the neon decay! Sweating to the radio with a knife in your spine, Pouring out the trauma like a cheap box of wine! Leave the mangled bodies rotting on the cabin floor! Welcome to the slaughterhouse of 1984! [Verse 2: The Cabaret Waltz] [Sudden genre shift! Back to the slow heavy piano waltz. Tempo drops dramatically] [Brooding emotional emo vocals] The Night Stalker crawls through a crack in the door... A pentagram carved in the cabin's wooden floor. He's slaughtering the band right before they play, Leaving Kajagoogoo rotting in the California clay. Singing "Too, shy, shy, .." as the crimson starts to pour, Just another resurrected demon coming back for more. [Chorus: The 80s Explosion] [Sudden genre shift! Fast blazing 1980s synth-pop, upbeat drum machine, bright new wave chords] [High-energy soaring 80s pop vocals] So cue up the synths and sharpen the blade! We’re dying to the rhythm of the neon decay! Sweating to the radio with a knife in your spine, Pouring out the trauma like a cheap box of wine! Leave the mangled bodies rotting on the cabin floor! Welcome to the slaughterhouse of 1984! [Bridge: The Dark Synthwave Breakdown] [Music drops completely. A single ominous piano chord] It's a nice day for a white wedding... Too bad the bride is wearing red. [Maniacal laughter] Ha ha ha... [Sudden genre shift! Pounding dark 80s synthwave beat, heavy distorted synth bass] [Aggressive staccato vocals, chanted rapidly] Slice the throat! Watch it spray! Welcome to the holiday! Gag the screams! Hear them beg! Take a hacksaw to your fucking leg! [Synth Solo] [Blazing fast analog synthesizer solo dueling with a heavy grand piano waltz] [Final Chorus: The 80s Explosion] [Maximum 80s pop energy, layered backing vocals, bright and upbeat] So cue up the synths and sharpen the blade! We’re dying to the rhythm of the neon decay! Sweating to the radio with a knife in your spine, Pouring out the trauma like a cheap box of wine! Leave the mangled bodies rotting on the cabin floor! Welcome to the slaughterhouse of 1984! [Outro] [Music instantly shifts back to the creepy piano waltz, slowing down to a crawl] [One final heavy piano slam] [Absolute silence]