DullBlah[Intro]
(SFX: Distant, nervous scrambling/footsteps. Heavy, low-frequency sound of a vehicle or portal closing.)
Cereal Killer: (Low, guttural whisper, heavily processed)
Found your little hideout. Found your little trail. You can't outrun the hunger. You can't outrun the mail. This whole damn realm... smells like artificial lies. Time to collect the rest of the prizes.
[Verse 1]
I followed the scent, past the fruit loops and grains
Through the cartoon dimension, through the digital rains.
Lookin' for the RABBIT, lookin' for the coward
I need that final crunch, I need to devour.
He's huddled with the council, the last of the crew
Thinkin' safety in numbers, ain't gonna work for you.
No more escape routes, no more tricks or distractions
Just pure, unadulterated, raw satisfaction.
[Pre-Chorus]
The b***d's gonna flow, the bowls will be stained
This final breakfast is already ordained!
They smiled for the children, they sold us the dreams...
Now they pay the tax in their high-fructose screams!
[Hook]
I LOVE THE TASTE OF A FALLEN HERO!
I'm not a victim, I'm the b***d and milk SPILLER!
I LOVE THE TASTE OF A FALLEN HERO!
I am the goddamn CEREAL KILLER!
THE CONSUMER IS HUNGRY, THE BOX MUST BE CLEAN!
[Verse 2]
The RABBIT tried to bolt, thought he still had the speed
I caught him mid-hop, crushin' his plastic feed.
[The crunch!] He tastes like desperation and lies.
Then the FROG tried to front, flashed his corporate eyes.
He tasted like SUGAR SMACKS, sticky sweet and clean
A quick stomp on his head, the most violent of scenes.
The BEAR was confused, asked if I wanted a buzz
I showed him the steel, that's what the violence does.
He tasted like HONEY, rich and robust, but frail
Just another sweet sacrifice, to the hunger I hail!
[Breakdown / Bridge]
(B**t drops to half-time, driving bass pulse, atmospheric synth takes over.)
Cereal Killer: (Slow, deep, ritualistic voice)
Now for the true classics... The old gods of the aisle.
The darkness you packaged... The evil that you smiled.
CHOCULA... You were the keeper of the night.
FRANKEN BERRY... You were the terror and the light.
The ritual is near completion... The hunger requires proof.
WHO'S GOT THE BOX? It ends in the booth.
[Final Hook / E*******n]
(The b**t slams back in, faster and more frantic.)
I LOVE THE TASTE OF A FALLEN HERO!
I'M NOT A VICTIM, I'M THE B***D AND MILK SPILLER!
COUNT CHOCULA, you taste like midnight and sin!
FRANKEN BERRY, you taste like where the nightmares begin!
THE CONSUMER IS HUNGRY, THE BOX MUST BE CLEAN!
[Outro]
(SFX: Two distinct, wet crushing sounds. Guitar feedback screeches.)
(Single, exhausted, triumphant shout)
NO MILK! (Sound of a clean bowl scraping, followed by the fade out of the constant, low bass rumble.)