Lyrics

[Intro – Caleb, hushed and haunted]
We was just sittin’ in Mae’s, waitin’ for lunch,
Tuesday like clockwork, smell of grease in the punch.
Mac had stepped out, Frank was late,
And the witch walked in with that skip in her gait.

[Verse 1 – William (slow, deliberate)]
Christina all curls, with that goddamn grin,
Gap in her teeth where the spell slips in.
Whisperin’ “Maui,” fingernails hummin’,
Air went sour and the forks stopped drummin’.

Kyle’s at the counter just chattin’ with ghosts,
Talkin’ ‘bout cats and invisible hosts.
And Caleb’s young—got that twitch in his jaw,
Sees the room twist, but don’t know what he saw.

Then—
She pulls it out. Not a book. Not a charm.
But a little wrapped package. Something warm.
Sets it down like it’s nothin’ at all,
And we knew right then—

That spell was called Carl.
[Hook – All voices layered in dread]
🎵 Carl ate the spell, took it in deep,
Frostin’ turned black and the filling don’t sleep.
Boxed in sugar but his soul runs wide,
Carl don’t scream—he holds it inside.
Pastry prophet, glaze-stained sin,
We shoulda burned him, but we let him in.
Now the curse sits still on a wax paper shelf—
Carl ate the spell and the world kept itself. 🎵

[Verse 2 – Christina (soft, menacing)]

“I didn’t bake him. I just found him waitin’,
Whisperin’ code like a lost translation.
Carl’s not dessert—he’s delay and divide,
The spell wanted out. He took it inside.”
“That’s not icing. That’s containment ink.
You eat Carl now, baby, you cease to think.”
She grinned again. Sat down like a bride.
Said nothing else, just waited inside.

[Verse 3 – Caleb (broken, whispering)]
He blinked at me, man.
Carl blinked.
I swear the jelly shifted like it thinks.
I reached for the box and my wrist went numb.
Something in the sugar said, “Boy, don’t run.”

Kyle said—

[California Kyle – echo, distant]

“Where is the cat?” 🐾
[Bridge – William, almost prayer]
Carl didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.
Carl just held the world like pastries don’t do.
Frank says clocks tick, but Carl just waits,
Boxed on a counter while we contemplate fate.

[Final Hook – All voices, layered in quiet panic]
🎵 Carl ate the spell, now time runs wrong,
Tuesday stretchin’ like a half-finished song.
Christina hums, Caleb won’t eat,
Kyle chasin’ shadows up and down the street.
Carl ain’t food, he’s a seal in dough,
We stare at him quiet—too scared to go.
Spell contained in frosting and fear—
Carl ate it whole… and now it’s still here. 🎵