(Intro - Suspenseful ticking clocks, deep orchestral pulses)
Ancient pendulums shatter the moonbeams thin,
Forest roots are writhing, where the wild things begin.
This isn't the Sunday story your grandma told,
There's a tremor in the attic, breaking the mold.

(Verse 1 - Fast tempo, chaotic percussion)
The parlor’s a crater, the sofa’s in tears,
The children wear bedsheets like prophets and seers.
Vases turn to stardust, the wallpaper’s stripped,
"To build the new world, the old must be ripped!"
Forbidden sparks hidden in chocolate shells,
Through the shrieks of laughter, hear the Easter bells.

(Chorus - Grand and fluid, epic melody)
Oh! Sacred absurdity, the rebel’s grand feast,
From the smoking ruins, awakens the beast.
We sprint through the forest, chasing golden threads,
Where the ancient giants bow their mossy heads.
A magnificent, macabre, resurrection trial,
Tear down the mundane, greet the spring with a smile!

(Verse 2 - Adventurous, driving rhythm)
Into the brambles where the shadows hold breath,
Whispering stones and the logic of death.
They grab the bunny’s ears like the handles of fate,
Digging for miracles, it’s never too late.
Is it a glowing egg, or a cosmic mirage?
Ignore the fear, embrace the sabotage!

(Bridge - Sacred, ethereal then turning manic)
(Choir: Surrexit! Chaos! Resurrectio!)
He laughs in the fire, He speaks in the mess,
Order is a tomb, but chaos is blessed!
Lift off the roof, let the starlight possess!

(Outro - Upbeat, quirky, fading out)
The house is a wreck, but the spirit is high,
A neon rabbit dances 'neath a violet sky.
The longing is rebel, a hunger so deep,
Happy Easter... before the walls finally sleep.