DullBlah[Intro]
*(Metallic scraping)*
*(Soggy *CRUNCH*)*
[Verse 1]
Yo, you talkin’ ‘bout balance? I’m here for the purge
Your breakfast table heroes, standin’ on the verge
Of a milky apocalypse, a saccharine stain
I see a LEPPRA-KAWN, I bring the pain.
A mascot a mission, a corporate lie
They told you it’s magic, I told ‘em to die.
Got my tools, got my bowls, yeah, the stage is set
For the bloodiest breakfast that you’ll ever get.
I cracked the code, spilled the beans, then the chef's head
Another cartoon idol, cold and d**d.
[Pre-Chorus]
The sugar high's crashin', the empire is falling
Hear the plastic whistle, feel the void callin'.
They smiled on the box, they promised the prize
But the only reward is the fear in their eyes!
[Chorus]
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!
THIS AIN'T NO GAME! I'm the SPOON-FED SLAYER!
THE adverts ARE DONE! I'M YOUR FINAL PRAYER!
[Verse 2]
The tiger was tough, yeah, he put up a f***t.
But the crunch of his bones was a beautiful sound, right?
Then the rabbit, he ran, left a trail of dust
But my hunger's a furnace, fueled by disgust.
Your pelican pilot, grounded for good
Now he’s just flavor dust, misunderstood.
No more cartoons, no more catchphrase schemes
Just a blacklight breakfast, fulfillin’ my dreams.
The golden crisp mission? That was just a cover
Now they’re just pulp in a bowl with no other...
[Pre-Chorus]
The sugar high's crashin', the empire is falling
Hear the plastic whistle, feel the void callin'.
They smiled on the box, they promised the prize
But the only reward is the fear in their eyes!
[Chorus]
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!
THIS AIN'T NO GAME! I'm the SPOON-FED SLAYER!
THE adverts ARE DONE! I'M YOUR FINAL PRAYER!
[Bridge]
(B**t shifts to a harsh, metallic, driving industrial rhythm)
The Captain is broken. The Bee is extinct.
The gnome is liquidated. The Elf is unlinked.
The Trix is for the grown-ups. The Prize is the s*******r.
The Milk is now crimson.
(Whispered, heavily distorted, slightly louder) "WHO'S GOT THE BOX?"
And I want a second water...
(Whispered, heavily distorted) "I told you they were fake..."
[Guitar Solo]
(Chaotic, Noise-Infused, Heavy Whammy Bar Dives)
[Chorus]
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!
THIS AIN'T NO GAME! I'm the SPOON-FED SLAYER!
THE adverts ARE DONE! I'M YOUR FINAL PRAYER!
[Outro]
*(Heavy feedback, 808 bass boom, final distorted guitar chug)*
(Fading laughter) They're magically... gone.
(loud shout) "NO MILK!"
*(metalic scraping)*