Buns of Betrayal
Welcome to the dungeon of the flame-broiled crown. (hahaha)
Step through the door,
the linoleum is cold The drive-thru window is starting to mold The
fryer is bubbling with oil from the deep A million cardboard crowns
in a terrible heap
Do you smell the smoke?
Do you hear the sizzle?
This ain't a meal,
it's a structural riddle!
(no escape)
It's a Burger King death trap,
nobody leaves! The grill is alive and the broiler breathes!
Underneath the crown, you're a prisoner of war You'll never make it
out of that double glass door! (ahhhh)
The paper bags are rustling like skeletal hands The soda fountain pumps
out a black acid brand
The plastic playground slides into a pit of dark flame Where they
grind down the memory of your civilian name
Do you smell the smoke?
Do you hear the sizzle?
This ain't a meal,
it's a structural riddle!
(no escape)
It's a Burger King death trap,
nobody leaves! The grill is alive and the broiler breathes!
Underneath the crown, you're a prisoner of war You'll never make it
out of that double glass door! (ahhhh)
Have it your way...
in
the dark...
(have it
your way)
No more fries,
just the ash and the spark.
Flame-broiled... (help me)
Crown of ashes.