[Intro] Diez Firzt, yeah. Hollywood. I have one request. You made something terrifying. You made me wonder what the fuck it was. Then you made a sequel… and explained everything. Stop. [Verse 1] First Halloween, Michael walks in the night, No grand cosmic reason, something just ain’t right. “The Shape” in the shadows, blank face, white, Man gets shot six times— Still gone from sight. That’s terrifying. Then years go by and somebody decides: “You know what Michael needs? A Celtic cult.” Halloween 6, now Thorn’s involved, Ancient curse like the mystery needed solved. No! He was scary because nobody knew Why this silent motherfucker kept coming for you. Don’t give him a rune. Don’t hand me a chart. Sometimes “evil showed up” is the scariest part. [Chorus] Stop explaining it. Stop explaining it. You had me scared till you started naming it. Give me the shadow. Give me the dread. Give me that feeling something’s under the bed. Don’t give it a bloodline. Don’t give it a creed. Sometimes not knowing is all that I need. You had a nightmare. Then you dissected it. Stop. Explaining. It. Diez Firzt, yeah. [Verse 2] Look at Alien, nineteen-seventy-nine, Dead giant pilot in a ship? Fine. What is it? Don’t know. Where’s it from? Don’t know. What the fuck happened here? DON’T KNOW. Perfect. Then Prometheus says, “Meet the Engineers.” Okay… Now the giant dead mystery has a species and peers. Then Covenant starts connecting the creation, David playing god with experimentation. And look— Cool lore. Cool movie. But you know what disappeared? That awful feeling: “We should not fucking be here.” That Space Jockey used to feel ancient and wrong. Sometimes answers make the universe small. [Pre-Chorus] Mystery gives your monster room to breathe. Explanation says: “Please see Appendix B.” I don’t want homework. I want fear. Put the PowerPoint down and get that thing over here. [Chorus] Stop explaining it. Stop explaining it. You had me scared till you started naming it. Give me one glimpse. Give me one sound. Don’t tell me every reason it came to this town. Don’t map its childhood. Don’t map its birth. Leave one goddamn question alive on Earth. You had a nightmare. Then you dissected it. Stop. Explaining. It. [Verse 3] The Thing understood the assignment right. What is that organism? Good fucking night. Where did it start? How old is the beast? How many worlds did that bastard eat? Film doesn’t care. And neither should you. Because paranoia’s scarier when nothing feels true. Who’s human? Who’s copied? Who do you trust? That’s enough information. Leave me disgusted. Then Blair Witch barely gives you a face. Just woods, little symbols, children erased. Something happened. Maybe legend, maybe truth. Then somebody’s standing in the corner— Movie’s through. No monster TED Talk. No final reveal. Your brain does the work. That’s why it feels real. [Bridge] And Jaws? Big shark. That’s it. No flashback where another shark bullied him as a kid. No prophecy. No chosen swimmer. No ancient curse of Amity Island. He is a shark. He is hungry. YOU are swimming. Problem solved. And It Follows? Why does it walk? Who started it? What exactly IS it? Movie says: Here are the rules. Now run. THANK YOU. [Breakdown] Original mystery: “Oh God, what is that?” Sequel: “Well, according to this manuscript—” NO. Prequel: “Thousands of years ago—” NO. Streaming series: “Episode six reveals its mother—” TURN IT OFF. [Final Chorus] Stop explaining it. Stop explaining it. Every new answer keeps deflating it. Michael was evil. The Thing was unknown. The Alien felt older than worlds we had known. Blair Witch stayed somewhere out in those trees. It Follows gave rules, not a damn biography. Some questions should live. Some answers should quit. If mystery made your monster scary— STOP EXPLAINING IT. [Outro] Diez Firzt, yeah. You know what I want my monster’s origin to be? “I don’t know.” Beautiful. Terrifying. Roll credits.
