Ball Pit Berserker

[Intro] (Guitar feedback fades into a heavy, distorted riff. Drum machine sounds morph into pounding double bass drums. A distorted, slightly robotic voice whispers "Welcome to the show..." before a sound clip of a ticket blaster erupts, cut off by a power chord.) [Verse 1] Neon glow on sticky floors, the air is thick with cheese A plastic paradise where broken parents freeze The tokens burn a hole, the Skee-Ball lanes entice But lurking in the corner, the animatronic mice Fur is matted, plastic eyes hold a vacant stare A programmed jollity that hangs heavy in the air A symphony of chaos, kids hyped up on sugar high Beneath the flickering bulbs, beneath the painted sky [Verse 2] The band upon the stage, a relic from the past Their servos grind and whine, their movements unsurpassed In sheer uncanny terror, a jerky, broken dance Chuck E. grins his rictus, trapped in this false romance The pizza's cold and greasy, a culinary sin The tokens disappear, where do they all begin? The ball pit churns like magma, a swirling plastic sea Hiding lost french fries and childhood misery [Chorus] Ball pit berserker! Let the chaos reign! Drowning in the plastic, feeling the insane! Mosh pit in the playplace! Feed the token hunger! This ain't no funhouse, kid! Feel your soul grow younger (then die)! Metal teeth are grinning! Hear the ticket scream! This is Chuck E. Cheese! Living the plastic dream! (Yeah!) [Verse 3] The prize counter beckons, cheap toys behind the glass Reflections of d**d dreams in plexiglass, alas The attendant's vacant stare, a minimum wage trance Another birthday party, another soulless dance The air-con fights a losing battle, smells of sweat and grease The animatronic chorus offers no release Just canned applause and jingles, played on broken keys A soundtrack for the damned, brought down upon their knees [Chorus] Ball pit berserker! Let the chaos reign! Drowning in the plastic, feeling the insane! Mosh pit in the playplace! Feed the token hunger! This ain't no funhouse, kid! Feel your soul grow younger (then die)! Metal teeth are grinning! Hear the ticket scream! This is Chuck E. Cheese! Living the plastic dream! (Yeah!) [Bridge] (Guitar solo shreds wildly over a frantic thrash b**t, incorporating dissonant, circus-like melodies and glitchy sound effects. Drums become frantic, almost collapsing.) Plastic eyes are watching... gears begin to grind... The power's flickering... leaving us behind... Forgotten in the corner... where the tokens rust... The mascot head is grinning... filled with plastic dust... A nightmare of ball pits... where innocence is lost...! [Chorus] Ball pit berserker! Let the chaos reign! Drowning in the plastic, feeling the insane! Mosh pit in the playplace! Feed the token hunger! This ain't no funhouse, kid! It's tearing you asunder! Metal teeth are grinning! Hear the ticket scream! This is Chuck E. Cheese! Living the plastic dream! (The nightmare!) [Outro] (Music abruptly shifts to a slow, doom-laden, dissonant riff. The last chord rings out, distorted and decaying. The sound of a single, broken music box melody plays erratically for a few seconds, then cuts to silence. Faint, distant, distorted laughter echoes once and fades.)