Good evening friends, I'm glad you could join me

For this rare occasion tonight without warning

We've all come together for the same reason

Good music and ain't nobody leaving

Nobody wants to leave without closure, even little kids are fascinated by the cobra

Then you see it and my hand come closer

Curious, just like a human is supposed to

In my hand is a metal little box, an extension of my mind, evil little thoughts

Usually keep it shut, very often never locks

Stick around for a minute, might show you what I got

My lunchbox

On my side I keep it in its depths I hide my weakness

My lunchbox

Never will I leave it deep inside I write my secrets

My lunchbox

People wanna know what's inside (inside)

People wanna know what's inside my lunchbox

People wanna know what's inside (inside)

People wanna know what's inside (inside)

Take my lunchbox everywhere I go

Everyone around me when they see it wants to know

What's inside

There is no light when the moon is right, I think you better go

Reflection's what I am or in the depths of it

What I have, how I got it, other men covet

Strings hanging off my back I'm a rogue puppet

I'ma weirdo in fact and I sure love it

Hit the latch, watch 'em take a deep breath

Pull out a mask, watch 'em shake and sweat

Pull the MAC, spill blood

Get your feet wet, don't ask unless you think you can cheat death

My lunchbox

On my side I keep it in its depths I hide my weakness

My lunchbox

Never will I leave it deep inside I write my secrets

My lunchbox

People wanna know what's inside (inside)

People wanna know what's inside my lunchbox

People wanna know what's inside (inside)

People wanna know what's inside (inside)

Good boys always pack their lunch

Remember boys and girls psychos have to eat too

Might be wrong but I got this hunch

The Hunter's on the prowl with a box full of toys (box full of toys)

You might think that I'm some kind of maniac trapped in a fantasy world like Castlevania

Pulling something out my tool kit raping ya

Metal to the skull, brain-matter out the cranium

Fuck your team bitch, I'm a poor sport

Got some evil on my mind I'm from Mordor

Putting holes in your body like Spongebob

Don't fuck with The Weirdo and his lunchbox

My lunchbox

On my side I keep it in its depths I hide my weakness

My lunchbox

Never will I leave it deep inside I write my secrets

My lunchbox

People wanna know what's inside (inside)

People wanna know what's inside my lunchbox

People wanna know what's inside (inside)

People wanna know what's inside (inside)