[Intro — cavern choir, distant box-rattle, whispered] Hush now… Hear the scooter in the snow. Hear the cardboard breathe. [Verse 1 — slow doom, whispered menace] Streetlamp flickers, curtains drawn, Dinner’s cold, the hour’s wrong. Rubber wheels on salted stone, A knock that sounds like breaking bone. Mama said, “Don’t open wide—” But hunger has a holy side. [Pre-Chorus — tension, chant under breath] Pepperoni halo, Cheese like wax. He smiles like a sermon In a paper hat. [Chorus — big, angelic, childlike words turned grim] Ding-dong—Pizza Man, Here for you, here for you. Grape soda, Fortnite, Dreams come true, dreams come true. Take one slice—take my hand— Walk with me where the streetlights end. Ding-dong—Pizza Man, Here for you… [Verse 2 — faster, tremolo guitars, creeping storybook] He knows your name through painted doors, Counts your teeth, counts your chores. “Be a good kid, don’t make a fuss, Your parents work—so come with us.” He’s got coupons made of skin, A barcode prayer beneath his grin. He promises a louder life— A kingdom built on neon knives. [Pre-Chorus — choir grows, drums split] Box in his hand like a tiny casket, Steam rising up like a choir of plastic. He says, “Just sign with sauce and salt—” And the whole cul-de-sac goes soft. [Chorus — same] Ding-dong—Pizza Man, Here for you, here for you. Grape soda, Fortnite, Dreams come true, dreams come true. Take one slice—take my hand— Walk with me where the streetlights end. Ding-dong—Pizza Man, Here for you… [Bridge — broken rhythm, spoken fairy-tale tone] In the old stories, it was wolves and woods. Now it’s logos and friendly hoods. No claws—just perks. No teeth—just terms. No chains—just “click accept” and learn. And every child knows the rule by heart: If it’s too sweet… it’s meant to start. [Verse 3 — longest, full apocalyptic Rising] I saw him standing where the snow turns black, A little bell tied to his back. He doesn’t run—he waits and smiles, Patient as graves, mile after mile. He says, “I’m late, but I never forget,” And the choir behind him is internet. Screens in the dark like watching eyes, Feeding the hunger with lullaby lies. He doesn’t drag you—no, that’s the trick— He makes you walk, makes you choose it quick. One last sip, one last match, Then the world goes mute like a button snapped. And in the morning, the porch is clean— Only a box where a girl had been. [Final Chorus — slower, haunted, choir dominant] Ding-dong—Pizza Man, Here for you, here for you. Grape soda, Fortnite, Dreams come true, dreams come true. Take one slice—take my hand— Walk with me where the streetlights end. Ding-dong—Pizza Man… …still here for you. [Outro — whisper, fading bell] Don’t open wide. Don’t take the slice. Hush now… He’s outside.
