[Intro — Haunted music box, distant giggles]
Sugar on the silver spoon…
Candles burning in the room…
You promised forever dressed in white,
Then left me here to rot tonight.
[Verse 1 — Creepy vocals, toy piano, dark bass]
You came knocking after midnight,
Velvet tongue and appetite.
Called me precious, called me sweet,
Left your fingerprints on me.
You loved the sugar, cursed the thorns,
Wanted heaven, left me torn.
You saw the beauty, missed the pain,
Left me dancing in the rain.
[Pre-Chorus — Slowing music box]
You kissed my scars beneath the stars,
Then left me broken in the dark.
You wanted a heart you could control,
A pretty doll with an empty soul.
The cake is cold.
The dead things sing.
[Chorus — Explosive dark-pop, sinister choir]
I’m not your cake to cut apart,
You don’t get the frosting of my heart.
You take a bite, then disappear,
Leaving fingerprints in every tear.
You wanted sweet, you wanted tame,
A sugar doll without a name.
Every crumb you left behind
Will haunt your dreams until you die.
I’m not your cake! I’m not your prize!
You ate your fill, then said goodbye!
Now taste the fear you left today!
[Verse 2 — Dark, playful vocals, whispered backing]
A place awaits beneath the floor,
A silver plate beside the door.
Black rose petals, candle wax,
A gift for every heart you cracked.
You loved my smile, ignored my screams,
Fed me lies instead of dreams.
You wanted frosting, never flame,
You wanted my body, not my name.
[Pre-Chorus — Rising strings]
You thought my love was yours to waste,
A pretty treat, a fleeting taste.
Now all your sugar starts to rot.
I remember what you forgot.
Who’s the monster now, my friend?
[Chorus — Heavy drums, haunting choir]
I’m not your cake to cut apart,
You don’t get the frosting of my heart.
You take a bite, then disappear,
Leaving fingerprints in every tear.
You wanted sweet, you wanted tame,
A sugar doll without a name.
You ate your fill, then walked away—
Now taste the fear you left today!
[Bridge — Music stops, whispered vocals]
Was I dessert?
Was I just a taste?
Just a pretty thing
You could throw away?
Look in the mirror.
Tell me what you see.
The ghost you made of me
Is finally breaking free.
Keep the spoon.
Keep the room.
The heart you tried to consume
Will be the thing that buries you.
[Final Chorus — Thunderous drums, sinister choir]
I’m not your cake! I’m not your prize!
You never owned my bleeding heart!
You wanted sweet, but now I’m venom,
A pretty curse you can’t outrun.
You took your bite and walked away—
Now I’m the ghost that makes you pray!
The candles die, the flowers decay,
But I’m the nightmare that won’t fade away!
[Outro — Music box winds down, whispered laughter]
Sugar on the silver spoon…
A place is set just for you.
One last candle.
One last plate.
Come closer, darling…
Meet your fate.