[Verse: Electro-Glam Horror Pop with Baroque Club Pop – seductive yet ominous groove built on pulsing dark disco bass, lush harpsichord arpeggios, and sharp industrial percussion; vocals delivered with deadpan theatrical flair, like a confession under flickering neon; subtle vocoder undertones give a mechanical shimmer] There's somethin' evil this way comes In triangular form And it's called candy corn Like they made it out of plastic Then made it taste worse than plastic I mean It's nasty [Pre-Chorus: Cyber Cabaret – stripped-down beat with brushed snares and clanking metal percussion; dark disco bass pulses beneath biting humor; vocals are sarcastic and rhythmically spoken, supported by whispering vocoder harmonies] It's the number one worst candy on earth You think I'm lyin'? Google it No one's ever been like "Ooh I want a piece of candy corn" [Chorus: Dark Disco Gospel with Electro-Glam Horror Pop – massive club drop with gothic organ, robotic vocoder flourishes, and glitzy synth leads; gospel-style choir answers each line with “Candy corn!”; cinematic reverb gives it cathedral energy] The horror of Halloween Is that I know there'll be Candy corn Candy corn I got the fear I got the fear It's the number one worst candy on earth You think I'm lyin'? Google it No one's ever been like "Ooh I want a piece of candy corn" I got the fear [Outro: Baroque Club Pop with Cyber Cabaret tones – tempo slows; harpsichord and organ entwine over a fading bass pulse; vocals delivered softly through vocoder, echoing like a haunted lullaby; distant choir whispers “Candy corn” as the lights fade] There's somethin' evil this way comes In triangular form And it's called candy corn
