[Hostess — too cheerful] Step into my web, baby. Mind the silver thread. Some doors lead to dinner. Some lead somewhere else instead. [Kitchen Noise] Click. Scratch. Knife on plate. Something breathing Behind the grate. [Hostess] Name your arsenal. Choose your weapon wisely. Confidence? Charm? A beautiful lie? Place it on the table. Let me see what you brought. Everyone enters believing They cannot be caught. [Refrain — whispered from every wall] Don’t want to end up On the menu tonight. Just want to survive, Survive the night. Don’t want to be The menu tonight. [Waiter — no face] Your table is ready. Your appetite is not. Would you prefer to be hungry, Or become what hunger wants? [Silverware counting] One for the body. Two for the mind. Three for the secret You thought you left behind. [Hostess — closer now] Choose your session wisely. Choose your weapon wise. The web does not need darkness— It hunts beneath the lights. [Refrain — skipping like a damaged record] Menu tonight. Me—you tonight. Don’t want to be— Don’t want to be— Don’t want to be the menu tonight. [Emergency Exit — locked] Just want to survive the night. Just want to survive the night. Just want— [Silence] [The Guest] What are you serving? [Hostess] Whatever walked in. [Final Course] Step into my web, baby. Name your arsenal. Choose your weapon wisely. The plate is empty. For now.
