
[Intro â Caleb, hushed and haunted]
We was just sittinâ in Maeâs, waitinâ 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 â William (slow, deliberate)]
Christina all curls, with that goddamn grin,
Gap in her teeth where the spell slips in.
Whisperinâ âMaui,â fingernails humminâ,
Air went sour and the forks stopped drumminâ.
Kyleâs at the counter just chattinâ with ghosts,
Talkinâ âbout cats and invisible hosts.
And Calebâs youngâgot that twitch in his jaw,
Sees the room twist, but donât know what he saw.
Thenâ
She pulls it out. Not a book. Not a charm.
But a little wrapped package. Something warm.
Sets it down like itâs nothinâ at all,
And we knew right thenâ
That spell was called Carl.
[Hook â All voices layered in dread]
đ” Carl ate the spell, took it in deep,
Frostinâ turned black and the filling donât sleep.
Boxed in sugar but his soul runs wide,
Carl donât screamâhe 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 shelfâ
Carl ate the spell and the world kept itself. đ”
[Verse 2 â Christina (soft, menacing)]
âI didnât bake him. I just found him waitinâ,
Whisperinâ code like a lost translation.
Carlâs not dessertâheâs delay and divide,
The spell wanted out. He took it inside.â
âThatâs not icing. Thatâs containment ink.
You eat Carl now, baby, you cease to think.â
She grinned again. Sat down like a bride.
Said nothing else, just waited inside.
[Verse 3 â 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, âBoy, donât run.â
Kyle saidâ
[California Kyle â echo, distant]
âWhere is the cat?â đŸ
[Bridge â William, almost prayer]
Carl didnât speak. He didnât need to.
Carl just held the world like pastries donât do.
Frank says clocks tick, but Carl just waits,
Boxed on a counter while we contemplate fate.
[Final Hook â All voices, layered in quiet panic]
đ” Carl ate the spell, now time runs wrong,
Tuesday stretchinâ like a half-finished song.
Christina hums, Caleb wonât eat,
Kyle chasinâ shadows up and down the street.
Carl ainât food, heâs a seal in dough,
We stare at him quietâtoo scared to go.
Spell contained in frosting and fearâ
Carl ate it whole⊠and now itâs still here. đ”
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