N'yah ha ha! I'm Dishonest John!

[song_details] [vocals: male vocals, no autotune, clear vocals] [production: high definition audio, high-fidelity, wide stereo, Dolby Atmos mix] [/song_details] [Intro: soft, music-box arpeggios with a low guitar hum] Hush, my child, the night grows long, A shadow whispers in this song. Plastic eyes, a crooked grin, A string is pulled, and he walks again… [Verse 1] He lived with lies, a wicked hand, The cruelest man to walk the land. But death won't hold what hate has sewn, Now he speaks through painted bone. [Verse 2] The puppet waits, its smile so wide, You'll hear his voice from deep inside. Your hands won't move the way you planned, For Dishonest John now takes command. [Chorus: band swells, eerie harmonies] N'yah ha ha! I'm Dishonest John! Your will is gone, your soul's withdrawn. N'yah ha ha! The strings are mine! Your fate is sealed in twisted time. [Verse 3] He makes you laugh when you should cry, He makes you steal, deceive, and lie. The world will pay for what he craves, His puppet hands will dig your grave. [Verse 4] So don't you touch that painted face, Or feel the strings in their embrace. For once he claims your trembling hand, You're lost forever to his command. [Chorus: stronger, darker] N'yah ha ha! I'm Dishonest John! Your will is gone, your soul's withdrawn. N'yah ha ha! The strings are mine! Your fate is sealed in twisted time. [Bridge: distorted lullaby tones, ghostly layered vocals] He died, but he never left— A spirit bound to spite and theft. The grave is cold, the plastic warm, Through cursed hands, he takes new form. [Chorus: haunting, with children's choir-style backing] N'yah ha ha! I'm Dishonest John! You thought you won, but you were wrong. N'yah ha ha! The night's not kind! You'll never free your haunted mind. [Outro: music slows, fading like a lullaby music box winding down] So close your eyes, but don't you dream, He lurks within the midnight's seam. The puppet laughs, the strings are drawn… N'yah ha ha… I'm Dishonest John…