Confection Collapse

[Intro – Mr. Mint]
Ah… there you are. I was hoping you’d come.
I do love it when heroes still think they can run.
Tell me—do you feel that? That soft little sting?
That’s the sugar… learning everything.
Don’t worry, I’ll stay. I’ll watch you through—
Every sweet little change it makes to you.

[Verse 1]
Three step in but he’s already there,
Standing too close like he grew from the air.
Smiling calm with that polished grin,
Like he knows what they’ve always been.

First one swings—he just tilts his head,
“Careful now… you’ll lose that thread.”
Voice slips out but it don’t sound right,
Echo comes back a half-step behind.
Mr. Mint laughs, soft and low—
“Oh… it’s starting. Good. Let it grow.”

Second one backs up, tries to think,
But their thoughts feel slow… start to sink.
Words get stuck like they don’t belong,
Memories stretch, then feel too long.
“You don’t need those,” Mint whispers near,
“I’ll keep what matters. Leave the rest here.”

[Hook]
Candy Land don’t break—you’re reshaped slow,
Piece by piece till there’s less of you to know.
Sweet little lies in every breath you take,
He don’t chase… he lets you wake.
No escape when he’s in your head—
You’ll still walk… just not as you were led.

[Verse 2]
Third one runs—Mint walks beside,
Matching pace like he’s always inside.
“No need to rush… there’s nowhere new,
Every path here loops to you.”

They stop short—but he’s in front,
Then behind—then right up blunt.
“You feel that pull? That gentle bend?
That’s the place where you start to end.”

First one staring at hands that change,
Second one swears their name sounds strange.
Third one hears their voice out loud—
But it’s not them… it’s in the crowd.

Mr. Mint leans in, almost kind,
“You’re doing perfect. Don’t fight the design.”
Taps his cane—soft, precise—
“Heroes crack… but you? You’ll suffice.”

[Hook]
Candy Land don’t break—you’re reshaped slow,
Piece by piece till there’s less of you to know.
Sweet little lies in every breath you take,
He don’t chase… he lets you wake.
No escape when he’s in your head—
You’ll still walk… just not as you were led.

[Outro – Mr. Mint]
There… that’s better. Much more still.
I told you—I’ve got time. I’ve got will.
And now when the next ones wander through—
You’ll smile just like I taught you to.

…Go on. Say hello.

slow menacing 808s, warped music-box melodies, distorted childlike laughter, heavy reverb, eerily reminiscent, male, rap