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Only in Ohio (Recording Cover)

Incorporate a pennywhistle playing the melody in the upper register of the track

NPP·4:44

Lyrics

Intro

Whoa, Ohi‑yo, Ohio, Hi‑yo…

Habits hardwired, minds fall outta line,

Sense skips sideways, truth stuck in decline.

Vulture‑folk gather, feastin’ on the waste,

Leaders still chantin’, warnin’ of a plan in place.

Verse 1

Skibidi heads poppin’, toilets on parade,

Kids grow feral, trapped in loops we made.

Nonstop nonsense, plantin’ all da seed.

Hyenas howlin, laughin’ at the feed,

Looks like a psyop, Tehran in the lead,

Toilet sings forever, in a viral screed.

Chorus

Only in Ohio, chaos in the sky‑yo,

Real‑life Ohio mirrors nationwide-yo,

This one’s online, wired, built for the show,

Creatures born from scrolls,

hunt what dey throw,

Kids eat nonsense, Only in Ohio.

Verse 2

Backrooms boundless, corners never end,

Insect‑oid teens, chasin tales they can’t comprehend.

Fly‑folk float freely, searchin’ for the past,

Maggot‑minds moltin, feedin’ on the fast.

Dung‑beetles roll fear down the line,

Creepy Pastas spread like a warning sign.

Micro‑Break

Only in Ohio, chaos in the sky‑yo,

The feed pulls everyone, no one says no.

Verse 3

“Buy a man eat fish, he stay,

Teach fish man, to a lifetime…” they say.

Catfish churn the waters, pushing slop our way,

Grownups gasp at loops of decay,

Wisdom winds up, wid meanin' memed away,

Squid suck truth, out tha viral spray.

Instrumental Break

Verse 4

Raccoons rummage nightly, deeper in the feed,

Doom‑loopin’ daily like it fills a need.

Cuckoos coast careless, duckin’ every creed,

Nesting in Neverland, refusin’ to proceed.

Feelings packaged, served like chum to chew,

Till every path converges, cattle in the queue.

Bridge

The trough keeps fillin’,

The herd moves on,

Scraps dressed like meaning,

keep the pack movin’ on,

Ohio proves them wrong…

Or maybe proves ’em right?

Chorus

Only in Ohio, chaos in the sky‑yo,

The feed pulls everyone, no one says no,

Creatures born from scrolls,

huntin’ what dey throw,

All ages feed the cycle, only in Ohio.

Outro

Only in Ohio…

The ancients knew…

The prophets too…

Even in a cycle, we choose what we consume

Only in Ohio…

We choose what we become.

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