I woke beneath a cotton-candy sky, With painted little houses stacked ten stories high, The serpent looked at me, I looked into his eyes, Neither one of us had words for what we'd walked inside. Little bears were waving from the windows everywhere, Sugar in the sidewalks, sweetness in the air, No screaming, no corruption, no darkness anywhere... For once... Maybe we were safe here. We walked into a café made of peppermint and glass, Tiny bears were laughing as they watched the strangers pass, The barista poured a coffee, gave the serpent something sweet, I said, "This might be the strangest fucking place we've had to be." She smiled across the counter, Said, "You'll learn to like it here." Then locked the fucking doorway— And pulled a cleaver from beneath the register. I said— SERPENT. He said— I SEE HER. THEN SHE FUCKING SWUNG. I put the sword straight through that bear, And strawberry blood sprayed everywhere, Sugar on my boots, blood in the air, Candy-colored kingdom built on despair. Snake at my side with his fangs laid bare, Big brothers coming, but we came prepared, If this is paradise, then keep your prayer— WE'RE CUTTING OUR FUCKING WAY OUT OF HERE! Now every little smile has disappeared, Every painted window's boarded up in fear, Something huge is moving and it's getting fucking near, And the serpent says, “You know they're gonna cook us if we're here.” Big brothers through the rooftops, Twenty fucking feet, Candy-coated monsters Coming down the street. One went for the serpent, One came straight for me, I buried steel through raspberry And painted cobblestones with strawberry. RUN. NO. RUN! WE CUT A ROAD HOME! GUMDROP TEETH. CARAMEL CHAINS. BOILING SUGAR FALLING LIKE RAIN. Door's ahead. Then open the fucking thing. ONE MORE BEAR BETWEEN ME AND HOME. I put the sword straight through that bear, And strawberry blood sprayed everywhere, Sugar on my boots, blood in my hair, Candy-colored kingdom built on despair. Snake at my side with his fangs glowing rare, Big brothers coming, but we came prepared, If this is paradise, then keep your prayer— WE'RE CUTTING OUR FUCKING WAY OUT OF HERE! The doorway closed behind us. No candy. No colors. No screaming. Just darkness. Did we make it? May God help us all...
