Breadcrumb Trail

Yo, check the mic, one two. It's only seen back in the booth. This ain't no fairy tale, this is the goddamn Truth. Little kids lost, deep in the wicked woods. Got a gingerbread house, misunderstood. Shadows creeping, haunting on deep inside. Brother and sister, nowhere left to hide. Left in the forest, abandoned and alone. A twisted game where innocence is overthrown. Breadcrumbs scattered, a desperate, fragile plea. Lead 'em deeper where darkness sets you free. Breadcrumb trail, a path of lies and fear. Gingerbread smiles, hiding something sinister here. Burn the witch, tear down the candy walls. We rise from the ashes, we answer freedom's calls. This ain't no fairy tale, this is a fight To survive. We're the lost generation, we're coming alive. Knock, knock, who's there? The goddamn mother's heart. Little piggy swirling, caught in a wicked plot. She smiles so sweetly, but her eyes are cold And dead. Gonna fatten you up then chop off Your goddamn head. I'd rather sell up than be Some witch's feast. So let's turn the tables, Release the inner beast. Breadcrumb trail, a path of lies and fear. Gingerbread smiles, hiding something sinister here. Burn the witch, tear down the candy walls. We rise from the ashes, we answer freedom's calls. This ain't no fairy tale, this is a fight To survive. We're the lost generation, we're coming alive. In the darkness, a flicker of hope remains. A memory of home, washing away the pains. We gotta be stronger, Gotta break these chains. This ain't our ending, we'll rise above the flames. Here's goddamn poker, shove it in her face. No more sugar-coated lies, we're escaping this Place. Gingerbread house crumbles, the fire starts To blaze. Watch her burn, watch her scream in A fiery haze. We're the survivors, the outcasts, The damned. We'll take back our power, reclaim what was planned. Breadcrumb trail, a path of lies and fear. Gingerbread smiles, hiding something sinister here. Burn the witch, tear down the candy walls. We rise from the ashes, we answer freedom's calls. This ain't no fairy tale, this is a fight To survive. We're the lost generation, we're coming alive. Breadcrumbs. Burn. Escape. Freedom. In the darkness, a flicker of hope remains. A memory of home, washing away the pains. We gotta be stronger, gotta break these chains. This ain't our ending, we'll rise above the flames. Here's the goddamn poker, shove it in her face. No more sugar-coated lies, we're escaping this Place. Gingerbread house crumbles-