[Intro – ominous chant] Wholesome on the surface, prison in disguise, a fairy-tale kingdom where the magic’s weaponized. [Verse 1] Disneyland dressed in banners, castles painted pure, but the gates conceal a sentence children can’t endure. Snow White’s ride renamed “Scary” when screams grew loud, Alien Encounter breaking kids in a crowded shroud. Critics hushed, media spun the wholesome tale, but behind the gates the handlers never fail. Fairy-tale weddings staged in ritual halls, glass carriages rolling while the soul still crawls. Mind-controlled brides beneath Cinderella’s glow, reinforcing their scripts in a pageant show. [Hook – choral, dark echoes] Welcome to the kingdom, the wonder, the lie, a fairy-tale prison built under the sky. Whispers in the castle, shadows in the park, what looks like a dream is a covenant dark. [Verse 2] EPCOT born as an “Experimental City,” commerce in tunnels, designs without pity. Every ride a rehearsal, every show a test, conditioning hearts in the clothes of a fest. Fireworks erupt while the brainwaves sync, laser lights flashing as the masses drink. Half a billion entered, zombie-eyed they leave, the spell cast deep in the air they breathe. From proms to honeymoons, vows to deceive, magic spun tighter than the webs they weave. [Bridge – low growl, slowed tempo] A chocolate slipper for dessert, but the sweetness hides the hurt. Every fantasy sold is a lock and chain, every happily-ever-after hides the pain. [Verse 3] IllumiNations blaze like torches at the gate, fountains erupt while handlers orchestrate. Cranium Command plays tricks in the head, a boy’s brain theater where thoughts are fed. Critics cry “abuse,” but the empire stands, backed by kings, corporations, hidden hands. The wholesome mask is an ancient spell, a fairy-tale kingdom, a corridor to hell. The crowd sees color, the architects see control, a prison of wonder that devours the soul. [Hook – cathedral choir, pounding drums] Welcome to the kingdom, the wonder, the lie, a fairy-tale prison built under the sky. Whispers in the castle, shadows in the park, what looks like a dream is a covenant dark. [Outro – fading organ] Not every tower holds a princess, some towers hold the key. Disney built a dream so pretty, but the dream was captivity.
