Fast Food Fatale: Head in the Fatale Box (Remake)

(Intro) (Sound of a deep, metallic bass hit, like a box closing. A distorted, unsettling calliope or circus melody plays slowly.) Killer (Low, obsessive whisper): She's gone. She's gone. I fixed the problem. Now for the one who always smiles. The plastic phantom. (A high-pitched, wobbly synth pulse begins.) You think you're clever, hiding in that Box. But your final menu is a head full of shocks. (Verse 1) I see the antenna, the suit, and the tie, You look like a nightmare that nobody buys! The King was greedy, the Clown was a fake, But you are the monster that keeps me awake! I want to know who is inside that d**d grin, I want to know where the real darkness begins! I'm cutting the plastic, ripping the smooth face, This isn't a m****r, this is an Erasure of taste! You ask the questions, but I've got the answers now, Your corporate existence is about to bow! (Pre-Chorus) (The tempo begins to double. The calliope melody speeds up and becomes severely dissonant.) Killer: Keep asking your nonsense! Keep that stupid smile! I've walked every damn aisle! I've walked every mile! I'm the Final Crunch, the Aisle of the D**d! I'll find the real face hidden under your head! (Chorus) (Tempo shifts to chaos. Massive, repetitive percussion hits. Guitar riffs are sharp, painful screeches.) I'M THE HEAD IN THE FUH-TAL BOX, THE FINAL DEMAND! I'M THE VIRUS EATING THE PROMISED LAND! I'M DECONSTRUCTING THE SMILE, I'M REMOVING THE MASK! YOUR FRANCHISE IS OVER, IT'S YOUR FINAL TASK! YOU CAN'T HIDE THE UGLY, YOU CAN'T HIDE THE ROT! I'M EVERYTHING THEY SAID THAT I WAS NOT! (Verse 2) (Full, chaotic tempo. Rapid, high-energy snare drums and harsh vocals.) I ripped the head off, the snap was so sweet, It landed on the ground, rolling right at my feet! Nothing inside! Just wire and cheap air! The horror is empty! The final despair! I destroyed the puppet, I shattered the disguise, There's no honest person beneath those d**d eyes! I won! I finished! The killing is complete! The streets are clean, the victory is sweet! (Outro) (The chaotic music suddenly cuts out entirely. A few short, distorted static sounds.) Killer (Weak, triumphant laugh, fading): Ha... ha... It's over... (A single, quiet sound of sneakers squeaking on wet asphalt.) Killer (Gasp, voice filled with pure terror): Wait... the red hair... (Sound of frantic, fast running footsteps fading quickly.) Killer (Shouting, utterly broken): NO! YOU CAN'T BE—! You saw the face! (Music returns, slow, heavy, full of dissonant bass.) Killer (Low, agonized growl): The little girl... she shouldn't be here. She's the last witness. The final, terrible fear. I thought I was done, but the madness won't cease. I hate that damn innocence... but I need my peace. (A final, deliberate, heavy heart-b**t sound effect.) Killer (Whisper): I have to k**l the child. (Music cuts out completely, leaving only a sustained, high-pitched ringing feedback.)