(Intro - A rapid, sharp synth riff loops quickly. A fast, heavy, syncopated drum beat drops in immediately, aggressive and precise.) (Am) (G) (C) (F) (Spoken, low voice, full of intense focus): Yeah. Forget the gold, forget the fame. This right here is the true commodity. (Verse 1 - The Ritual) (Am) Step in the kitchen, man, the mission is clear and it's swift (G) Gotta crack the package, gotta deal with the ultimate gift that I lift (C) That click of the plastic, that sound is the signal that drops (F) Forget the weak snacks, man, this is where the flavor stops and tops all the competition! (Am) I ain't talking 'bout the knock-offs, the imitation dust and lies (G) I need the dense black wafer, the filling that satisfies my eyes and my thirst (C) The ritual begins: the twist, the separation, the first move is key (F) This isn't just a snack, man, this is the science of me and my agony if I run out! (Am) You can have your gourmet, your complex, intricate taste and scene (G) I take the simple perfection, the beautiful black and the cream that is clean (C) Every crunch is a reward, every dunk is a calculated pleasure and gain (F) This devotion is absolute, man, through the sun and the rain and the pain! (Pre-Chorus - The beat hits harder, the synth melody becomes dominant and frantic. The vocal gains a melodic, dominating chant.) (C) They call it sugar, I call it fuel for the soul that I run (G) I'm chasing the high, man, until the last wafer is done! (Am) This is the Black and White Doctrine, the code I obey and I trust! (F) MY LUST FOR THE OREO IS AS BRUTAL AS IT IS JUST! (Chorus - Maximum vocal intensity! Heavy, driving rhythm with aggressive vocal layers.) (Am) (G) (C) (F) (SHOUTED/SUNG): THE CREAM CODE! Yeah, the craving is feral and loud! (Am) (G) (C) (F) I'M CRUSHING THE WAFER! Standing out from the crowd! (Am) (G) (C) (F) I NEED THAT CHOCOLATE! I NEED THAT VELVET WHITE! (Am) (G) (C) (F) OREOS ARE THE TRUTH! THE ONLY FUCKING LIGHT! (Verse 2 - The Obsession) (Am) Gotta stack 'em three-high, gotta maximize the density and the bite (G) Cold glass of milk, the perfect counterpoint to the black and the white of the night (C) I'm addicted to the ratio, the precision of the cream and the disc (F) Forget the warning labels, man, I'll take the damn risk for this! (Am) I catch the glance from the critics, those health-conscious, judging eyes and stares (G) They don't understand the power, the pure joy that this moment shares and bares (C) This isn't just sugar, this is nostalgia, this is a perfect flash of childhood bliss (F) Yeah, every bite is a contract, sealed with a fattening kiss! (Breakdown - Music slams into a slow, heavy half-time chug. The beat is crushing. Vocals are a deep, guttural growl, savoring the flavor.) (C) (Growled): DUNK IT! DUNK IT SLOW! (G) (Growled): LET THE MILK SOAK IN! (Am) (Growled): THIS IS THE END! (F) (SCREAMED, long and raw): AND THE TRUTH MUST BEGIN! (The music slams back into speed) (Chorus - Final, overwhelming, brutal assault. Maximum vocal and instrumental intensity.) (Am) (G) (C) (F) (SCREAMED): THE CREAM CODE! Yeah, the craving is feral and loud! (Am) (G) (C) (F) I'M CRUSHING THE WAFER! Standing out from the crowd! (Am) (G) (C) (F) I NEED THAT CHOCOLATE! I NEED THAT VELVET WHITE! (Am) (G) (C) (F) OREOS ARE THE TRUTH! THE ONLY FUCKING LIGHT! (Outro - The fast, synthetic beat continues, accelerating and fading out into the sound of someone frantically crunching and chewing.) (Am) (G) (C) (F) (YELLED): GIVE ME MORE! MORE! (Am) (G) (C) (F) (Sound of intense chewing and silence.)
