Gore Cake Insanity [#Kasane 2k]

✧✦═══⊰ - ⊱═══ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧ 🎶 Wir haben eine Deutsche Community für Suno Artisten aufgebaut. 🎶 Wir sind die StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: 🎶 We are the German StorytellerZ and you can find us here: 👉 https://discord.gg/storytellerz PLAYLIST: https://suno.com/playlist/489c9121-4654-4416-9d2b-086223bdb47e ✧✦═══⊰ - ⊱═══ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧ [Intro – whispered group, kawaii, wrong, alle, oathed] Cut the cake… count to four… Smile wide… open the door… [Verse 1 – SUGAR - cute / unhinged flirt, hell, playful, slightly off-kilter] I wave at faces no one sees, (- but me) they never blink, they never leave. Cold hands, still hearts, perfect dates, I tell them secrets by the gates. They don’t talk back, they never lie, they always stay, they never cry. So don’t look scared, they’re really sweet, they just don’t breathe — isn’t that neat? [Pre-Chorus – group (sweet tension)] Sugar on lips, iron in air, everyone’s watching — act like you care. [Chorus – full idol energy (cute + dark)] Cut the cake, take a slice, smile for selfie, isn’t it nice? Candles melt in red delight, Bloody-Gore-Cake — sing it bright! Clap your hands, don’t ask why, every idol gets a bite... [Verse 2 – CHERRY - cheerful / clinical, warm, upbeat, slightly factual] I volunteer where needles hum, count the bags, then paint with one. Red like roses, red like wine, art looks better when it shines. They say it’s wrong, I say it’s care, we're sharing color everywhere. I give so much, I take so small, just one little drop — that’s all. [Pre-Chorus – group (sung, playful)] Cherry red, cherry sweet, every stain’s a heartbeat. [Chorus – repeat more layered with adlibs] Cut the cake, take a slice… (- “so sweet!”, “so nice!”) [Verse 3 – KNIFE - cold / collecting, low, calm, deadpan] Steel sings softly when I choose, every edge a point of view. Shelves of shine, a perfect line, tools of trust, all mine, all mine. Found a hook, still smells of trade, hung it up — immaculate. Some collect stamps, some memories, I collect what disagrees. [Break – instrumental stab, glitch / silence, half-beat stop, crowd gasp] bibideee bibideee pieces, slices... [Verse 4 – CREAM - soft voice / chaos underneath, airy, dreamy, unsettling] I sneak in late when lights go low, machines that grind what people know. Feed the wolf what won’t behave, watch it change, watch it obey. Noise gets quiet, mess gets smooth, round and round — the gentle truth. When it’s gone, I feel okay, cleaned it all, then slipped away. [Bridge – spoken (all, whisper)] Four smiles. four lifes. One cake. cut the slices! Don’t ask what it’s made of. [Final Chorus – maximal idol chaos] Cut the cake, take a slice! Pretty hurts but tastes so nice! Flash the lights, scream our name, Bloody-Gore-Cake — who’s to blame? Cute, corrupt, coordinated fate, thank you for attending — enjoy the plate. [Outro – childlike chant (fade), Sugar leads, others echo] One… two… three… four… Come back next show — we baked some more. - blood, cake and gore… we are here...you can't ignore