[Intro - melancholic harp and slow cello] [A My Artwork production by @badmunk] [Vocals: Powerful, haunting indie-pop style like Florence + The Machine] The bell rings above the wooden door. Flour dust settles on the checkered floor. [Verse 1 - slow, rhythmic vocal delivery over a pulsing tom drum] They line up down the cobblestone street For a taste of the savory, a slice of the sweet. I roll the pastry, crimp the crust Feeding the village is a sacred trust. The butcher stares with a jealous eye Wondering where I source the meat for the pie. The mayor's wife, wiping her chin Asks if I'm hiding a marvelous sin. They whisper of missing travelers in the night. They think I'm a monster, hiding in plain sight. [Pre-Chorus - strings swell, tempo increases slightly] I smile and I serve them, a copper a tin. Washing the gravy from my porcelain skin. They gobble it down with a ravenous greed. Oblivious to the origins of the seed. [Chorus - explosive, massive tribal drums and choir] Welcome to the pie shop, take a warm seat! Devour the mystery, savor the meat! The secret ingredient is devotion and pain! A recipe forged in the pouring rain! Eat up, my darlings, swallow it whole! A delectable pastry to nourish the soul! [Verse 2 - drums quiet down to a march, vocals become intense and breathy] The blacksmith is stronger, the elder walks tall. The sickness has suddenly left from the hall. They think it's magic, a blessing of grain. But I sit in the kitchen, absorbing the strain. I lock the cellar, sharpen the blade This is the bargain that I secretly made. [Pre-Chorus - strings swell, tempo increases slightly] I smile and I serve them, a copper a tin. Washing the gravy from my porcelain skin. They gobble it down with a ravenous greed. Oblivious to the origins of the seed. [Chorus - explosive, massive tribal drums and choir] Welcome to the pie shop, take a warm seat! Devour the mystery, savor the meat! The secret ingredient is devotion and pain! A recipe forged in the pouring rain! Eat up, my darlings, swallow it whole! A delectable pastry to nourish the soul! [Bridge - music drops to just a ticking clock and acapella vocals] [Vocals shift to a vulnerable, shaking tone] Centuries ago, I was cursed by a crone. To never know death, to wander alone. Cut off a finger, it grows back by noon. Sever a limb by the light of the moon. My flesh is eternal. My body resets. I'm paying the world for my ancient debts. [Outro - frenetic waltz, strings spiraling out of control] [Belting vocals, ecstatic and terrifying] You aren't eating strangers! You're eating me! I'm baking my flesh so you'll finally be free! Bite by bite, I share my immortal grace! Soon you'll all be trapped in this eternal place! Welcome to the pie shop! [Sound of a cleaver slamming into a wooden block] [End]
