The cheddar remains
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- groove metal
- nu-metal
- post-grunge
- alternative metal
- rap rock
- metalcore
- 2010s
Lyrics
In the shadows of the fridge, where the darkness breeds,
Lurks a block of cheddar, planting wicked seeds.
Wrapped in wax, a sinister disguise,
Smirking, laughing, from its plastic lies.
Evil cheese, it’s a taste of despair,
Melting hearts, turning love to a nightmare.
Slice by slice, it corrupts our dreams,
Wrapped in flavor, but tearing at the seams.
It whispers to the hungry, pulls them to the dark,
Promising a bliss that leaves a fatal mark.
Blue veins creeping, shadowed and sly,
One bite and you're lost, let your sanity die.
Bridge
Once a comfort, now a curse,
From fondue delight to a wicked verse.
Screaming echoes from our minds,
A dairy demon, the worst of its kind.
So heed the warning from the cellar deep,
Evil cheese will take you, no promises to keep.
In the realm of flavors, beware the cheese,
For in its deadly grip, you’ll never find peace.
man, you’re slipping down again
Bottle in your hands, green scum stains your skin
You say that it’s freedom, just a little escape
But you’re going way too deep and I can’t relate
Post-Chorus
Break away break away
Yeah you’re drowning in the strange
Your eyes are hollow, can't see through the mist
Telling me the cheddar’s sweet, can’t resist
You laugh at the warning, call it a game
But every bite you take, you never look the same
You argue it’s harmless, just hunger and fun
But I see the shadows growing when you’re done
That cheese has you twisted, got you in its hold
Friends since we were kids but now you’re turning cold
Friends since we were kids but now you’re turning cold
Verse 3
Mask on my face and the fridge door swings wide
Strapped with spatulas, butter knife at my side
I’m loading up traps, got my armor of steel
Ready for battle, this cheddar’s too real
The stench in the air’s got my rage ignited
This war for your mind, I won’t be divided
Banging on pans, I’m calling the fight
Tonight I stand up, I’m bringing the light
Verse 4
Cheese on the throne and I’m battered and torn
Every step hurts, I’m gasping, worn
Strands of mozzarella, they cut through my pride
But I scream with my soul, won’t run or hide
This is the charge, last fight for my friend
Knuckles are bleeding, I’ll break or I’ll bend
Roaring defiance, I dash through the mold
One swing for hope, in the cold grip, I fold
Post-Chorus
Break away break away
Last vision faded, the cheddar remains
Break away break away
Fell for your freedom, gave all for the pain
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