“Happy Never After” is a brutal concept album where the villains finally take control.
Twisted fairy tales, horrorcore beats, and unfiltered bars collide as icons like the Big Bad Wolf, the Witch, Captain Hook, and more spit their truths — violent, vengeful, and gloriously fucked up.
This ain’t a bedtime story. This is the reckoning.

Dark Tales: Happy Never After

[Intro – whispered, eerie lullaby cadence]
Once upon a time, they fed you lies,
Heroes in capes, halos in the skies.
But fairy tales rot, the pages bleed —
Now the villains rise, and the world concedes.

[Verse 1]
Glass slippers crack, drip red on the marble,
Princes beheaded, crowns bent, castles charred full.
Dragons ain’t slain — they snack on the choir,
Choirs sing screams when we set ‘em on fire.

Mirror, mirror — I shattered that whore,
Now it reflects what the blood’s really for.
Your “happily ever” was built on a bluff,
We’re the ink in the story — and we’ve had enough.

[Hook – sinister, catchy]
This is happy never after, where the wicked write the chapters,
Laughing while your heroes fracture,
Burn the book, rewrite the rapture.
Happy never after — no crowns, no laughter,
Just blades, disasters, and screams we capture.

[Verse 2]
Fuck a fairy godmother, bitch, she owes me a wish,
I wished for a kingdom — she turned me to this.
So I slit her throat, with a grin and a twist,
Now her wand lights my path while it drips from my fist.

The wolf ate Red, but she liked the taste,
Now she runs with the pack, blood slick on her face.
Three little pigs? Burnt house, fried bacon,
Moral of the story — evil ain’t forsaken.

[Bridge – rhythmic, almost rap-battle tone]
Heroes fall like dominoes, spine to bone,
We grind halos down to powder, snort ‘em off the throne.
Every bedtime tale that tucked you in tight?
We’re the nightmare lurking when you kill the light.

[Hook – repeat, layered adlibs]
This is happy never after, where the wicked write the chapters,
Laughing while your heroes fracture,
Burn the book, rewrite the rapture.
Happy never after — no crowns, no laughter,
Just blades, disasters, and screams we capture.

[Outro – distorted lullaby / child’s choir, creepy echo]
No white horse…
No sunrise…
No sweet song…
Only your demise.
Happy… never… after.

Happy Never After

Tick. Tok.
This deck’s got teeth, Pan.
You hear it? That’s your children counting down.

[Verse 1 — Hook speaks, low and playful then cold]
You think the sky makes you holy, kid?
I clipped that halo, hung it on my rig.
Look at ’em—rowed up like choirboys, mouths full of songs.
I’m the preacher who wrote the wrongs.
First name off the list — Tommy’s grin went quiet,
I taught him hush, turned his laugh to a bittie.
No bells, no sermon, just the plank and the rope,
Said a prayer for his neck and called it “hope.”
You flinch? Good. I like that sound—sharp like a coin,
Every twitch is interest on the time you owe.

[Hook — chant, heavy sub]
Tick—tock—one by one, they fall,
Clockwork coffin, hear the call.
Raise the sail, paint it black,
I pick the boys and never look back.
Tick—tock—hear that cry?
Time takes children, never asks why.

[Verse 2 — Hook grows colder, narrating the second removal]
Second candle snuffed—Mikey thought he’d hide,
I pulled him from the shadows, still had a grin to his eye.
He tried to bargain—kid said “Please, sir, not me.”
I taught him trade: swallow fear, hand me the key.
I stowed his name in the hull, a tally in the keel,
Now his footprints’re ghosts where the saltwater steal.
You wanted a war, Peter? I’m doing it slow,
Slicing minutes from your armor so your courage will go.
Every boy’s a lesson; every lesson’s a crack,
I take ‘em quiet, so the rest don’t fight back.

[Bridge — soft, deranged lullaby cadence, then snap]
Hear the waves whisper Judas names,
Each one a bell that rings for me.
I could end you quick—smash your wings—
But spectacle’s currency where the pirate king sings.

[Verse 3 — Hook keeps removing them, his voice theatrical]
Number three—Robbie—tried to cry brave, spit defiance,
I taught him silence: one lash, then compliance.
You watching? This is schooling, Pan—pay attention, boy:
How a myth gets taught to die without a noise.
I knot their promises to anchors and let ‘em sleep,
No myths left alive to tell the truth or weep.
You see the way your boys fall like thrift-store saints?
I collect their mercy and I trade it for paints—
Paint the sails with your children’s names, neat as sin,
So every harbor knows the debt you’re in.

[Hook — louder, more menacing]
Tick—tock—one by one, they fall,
Clockwork coffin, hear the call.
Raise the sail, paint it black,
I pick the boys and never look back.
Tick—tock—watch them die,
Time is patient — it taught me how to lie.

[Verse 4 — Hook’s “oh-shit” moment: a cruel reveal]
You thought I’d stop at three? Child, I built this rack,
This clock’s got teeth—there’s a secret in the back.
I carved your laughter into a compass that spins,
Said “Bring me Pan” and let the slaughter begin.
Little Jack screamed for Mum—didn’t get her face,
Got the sea, got salt, got my slow, steady pace.
I feed the tide your boys, make the sea memorize,
All the names you failed to teach your skies.
You breathe quick, Peter—good—sound of a broken promise;
I like the way fear tastes when it’s yours to harness.

[Bridge 2 — Hook taunts, circles Pan vocally]
Every tick a finger in your future’s seam,
Every tock unravels one more dream.
You hear their silence? That’s your lesson plan,
I’m the teacher, Pan—welcome to the final exam.

[Final Hook — crescendo; the drum hits like cannon fire]
Tick—tock—one by one, they fall,
Clockwork coffin, hear the call.
Raise the sail, paint it black,
I pick the boys and never look back.
Tick—tock—this deck’s a shrine,
For every lost laugh, I collect a line.

[Outro — Hook leans in, voice low and intimate]
You begged for magic—now watch what I do with it.
One hand for the clock, one hand for the hook.
You remember the taste of your first flight? Smell it — iron and salt.
When I’m done with them, Peter, I’ll teach you to drown in your vault.
Tick. Tick. The last boy’s breath is a coin in my palm.

Clockwork Coffin (Hook)

[Intro – whispered, teasing]
Did you think I just grinned for show?
I’m the shadow in the cracks where the secrets go.
Every choice, every scream, every pretty lie—
My claws drew the lines, and you danced, didn’t you?

[Verse 1]
I stitched Wonderland out of bones and thread,
Fed the rabbits clocks, made the roses bleed red.
Taught the Queen that hearts look best when they’re dead,
Then I licked her tears clean and called it madness spread.

Crooked grin, split chin, mirror-eyed fiend,
I twist truths till they fit my scheme.
I don’t blink—nah, I shimmer between,
Where logic dies and nightmares dream.

[Hook – taunting chant]
Smile wide, let the cracks show through,
Every puppet string runs back to who?
Pull, pull—watch the world unwind,
It’s my claws on the cords of your fragile mind.

Smile wide, let the pain feel right,
Dance on the edge where day eats night.
Tick-tock, darling, sanity’s thin—
And the Cat always wins when the game begins.

[Verse 2]
They call me trickster, sinner, joke with a tail,
But I wrote the scripts that make their heroes fail.
I taught Hatter how to pour his pain in the tea,
And I painted his smile the same as me.

Every riddle’s a knife with a candy taste,
Every laugh’s a grave in a pretty place.
I whisper in your ear when you start to pray—
“Even God looks down when I want to play.”

[Bridge – slower, whisper-gone-crazy]
I see you shiver when the moon leans low,
All silver teeth and undertow.
You’re just a thread in my tapestry, dear,
And I’m the claw that sews your fear.

[Hook – repeat, layered laughter & purrs]
Smile wide, let the cracks show through,
Every puppet string runs back to who?
Pull, pull—watch the world unwind,
It’s my claws on the cords of your fragile mind.

Smile wide, let the pain feel right,
Dance on the edge where day eats night.
Tick-tock, darling, sanity’s thin—
And the Cat always wins when the game begins.

[Outro – soft laughter fading into static]
Now hush, my dear…
Don’t lose your head.
The grin remains,
Even when you’re dead.

Puppet Strings and Smiles (Cheshire Cat)

[Intro – low growl, slow beat starts]
Yeah…
You smell that?
That’s fear.
And I’m fuckin’ starving.

[Verse 1]
Born in the black, raised by the hunt,
Teeth sharp as sin, breath thick as blunt.
They said don’t stray, but I paved the trail,
Now I run through woods with a grin and a tail.

Ain’t no bedtime story, bitch, I’m the end of the page,
I don’t bark, I bite — I was bred for rage.
You pray for light, I’m the moon’s dark crown,
When I breathe in deep — I blow your house down.

[Hook – snarling chant]
Huff, puff, watch the blood drip slow,
I don’t knock, I kick that door down, bro.
No mercy, no love, just hunger and growls,
Welcome to the woods, where the beast wears the crown.

[Verse 2]
Little pig, little pig, think you safe inside?
I can smell your heartbeat — I can taste your pride.
I don’t chase sheep, I butcher kings,
Wear bones for bling and gold for rings.

Mother Goose got loose, now she runnin’ from fate,
Every tale I touch turns to red on the plate.
They called me monster, said “he’ll never be found,”
But I build my throne from the skulls I’ve crowned.

[Hook – louder, with echoes]
Huff, puff, watch the blood drip slow,
I don’t knock, I kick that door down, bro.
No mercy, no love, just hunger and growls,
Welcome to the woods, where the beast wears the crown.

[Bridge – deep whisper/growl mix]
I don’t need redemption, don’t need your praise,
I’m the nightmare chewing through your sunny days.
They call me bad — yeah, I fuckin’ agree,
But the lambs made the wolf, now the wolf eats free.

[Outro – low rumble, slow fade]
The moon rises, the screams get loud,
No fairy tale left — just the wolf and his crowd.
Teeth in the dark, grin carved from sin,
You hear that huff? That’s how it begins.

Blow Your House Down (Big Bad Wolf)

[Intro – )]

(Ahh yeah...)
Yeah I spin that gold, lil’ baby...
Trade your soul for a chain, lil’ baby...
Heh, don’t say my name...

[Hook – (Auto-tuned)]

I spin that gold, (uh)
Trade your name for fame, that’s sold, (yeah)
Don’t say mine, I own your soul, (woo)
Bitch, I’m Rumpelstiltskin — cold. (ha!)

Pockets full of secrets, lies untold,
Glitter in my blood, my heart’s on froze,
You dance with the devil when the bass explode,
Say it three times, and I take control — (let’s go!)

[Verse 1]

Yeah, I’m the goblin in designer threads,
Turn your dreams to debt, then collect what’s left.
Ain’t no fairy god, I’m that payday stress,
Got your soul on file like a fuckin’ check.

They call me twisted, bitch, I call it business,
You wishin’ for riches, I grant 'em vicious.
I’ll make your broke ass shine like Christmas,
Then take your firstborn as interest. (ha!)

[Hook – (Auto-tuned)]

I spin that gold, (uh)
Trade your name for fame, that’s sold, (yeah)
Don’t say mine, I own your soul, (woo)
Bitch, I’m Rumpelstiltskin — cold. (ha!)

Lights go low when I step in slow,
Drip so cursed, yeah, it’s all I know,
Club full of witches, demons, hoes,
Say my name once, then the deal’s your show — (let’s go!)

[Verse 2 – darker tone, slower flow]

Grew up in the dirt, now I shine in sin,
Turnin’ fools to kings just to strip ‘em again.
Got a pot of gold, but it’s paid in skin,
Every wish come true got a grave within.

I’m that whisper in your club back booth,
That “sign right here” when you chase that truth.
You can pray all night, but I’m bulletproof,
When the bassline drop, I’m your living proof.

[Bridge ]

(Gold dust on my hands, I’m divine...)
(You pay the price when you cross that line...)
(Made a beat from your heartbeat — mine...)
Now your wish came true... but your soul’s mine...

[Final Hook – heavy beat drop]

I spin that gold, (yeah)
Trade your name for fame, that’s sold, (uh-huh)
Say it three times, I appear in smoke, (woo)
Bitch, I’m Rumpelstiltskin — GOAT!

Pockets bleed, and the floor gone cold,
Body drop slow when the lights get low,
You wanted magic — now you owe,
Welcome to the club of the lost and broke...

(evil laugh echoes with fading bass)

Spin That Gold (Rumpelstiltskin)

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Puppet Strings and Smiles (Cheshire Cat)

Curtis Whalen