Grab everything, time to pack, don’t you run away
Grab everything, time to pack, don’t you run away
What’s in the box? Is it Jack, or just another fake?
What do you make of all the crazy that’s behind?
The faintest sound inside, it’s the worst, it’s our playtime
No matter what we do tonight
I’ll take apart my pack alone
Crank the Jack and go ’til someone tells me no
Lost my ticket to the show, show, show
I don’t wanna be another goddamn project
Don’t put me in a box
You say I’m not the same, but who are you to talk?
A devil in a box, away from all you’re not
You’re the project, don’t put me in a box
You cannot run, you cannot hide
Jack-in-the-box, but an evil type
If you wind me, gonna lose your mind (your mind)
If you wind me, gonna lose your mind (your mind)
I’ve been up high, you should bow down
I been so tight ’cause I’m feelin’ wound
Devil in a box, gonna freak you out
Devil in a box, gonna freak you out
It’s our playtime, no matter what we do tonight
I’ll take apart my pack alone
Crank the Jack and go ’til someone tells me no
Lost my ticket to the show, show, show
I don’t wanna be another goddamn project
Don’t put me in a box
You say I’m not the same, but who are you to talk?
A devil in a box, away from all you’re not
You’re the project (I don’t wanna be another goddamn project), don’t put me in a box
Maybe I need someone to keep me honest
‘Cause I am the object
Processing everything wrong
This box is enchanted, the mob is satanic
I don’t wanna be another goddamn project
Don’t put me in a box
You say I’m not the same, but who are you to talk?
A devil in a box, away from all you’re not
You’re the project, don’t put me in a goddamn project
Don’t put me in a box
You say I’m not the same, but who are you to talk?
A devil in a box, away from all you’re not
You’re the project, don’t put me in a box
The air hung heavy with anticipation, thick with the scent of fear and desperation. In the center of the room, a plain wooden box sat on a pedestal, its edges worn and its surface scratched. A hush fell over the assembled crowd, their eyes fixed on the box, their hearts pounding in their chests.
This was no ordinary box. This was a vessel, a cage for something that defied explanation. It contained Jack, a being of pure, unadulterated chaos.
Years ago, a group of ambitious, but misguided scientists had created Jack, a creature of pure energy designed to be the ultimate weapon. They had trapped his essence in the box, believing they could control him. But Jack was not a pawn to be manipulated. He was a hurricane of raw power, his voice a whisper that echoed in the soul, a melody that drove men mad.
“Grab everything, time to pack,” a voice called out, shrill and frantic. It was Dr. Alistair, the project’s lead scientist, his eyes wide with a terror that mirrored the fear creeping through the crowd. “Don’t you run away,” he begged, his words laced with a desperation that only he understood. “What’s in the box? Is it Jack, or just another fake?”
He knew the truth. He knew the box held not a weapon, but a curse. He had seen the darkness in Jack’s eyes, felt the chilling whispers of his power. And he knew, with a sickening certainty, that they had unleashed something they could not control.
A faint sound, a soft whirring, emanated from the box, a prelude to something monstrous. “The faintest sound inside, it’s the worst, it’s our playtime,” Alistair cried, his voice cracking under the weight of his own fear. “No matter what we do tonight…”
He couldn’t finish the sentence. He couldn’t bring himself to say the words that hung in the air, the words that spelled doom: “We’re all going to die.”
The crowd, caught in a vortex of fear and fascination, watched as the lid of the box began to rise. A figure emerged, shrouded in darkness, its form shifting and swirling, a horrifying amalgamation of shadows and light.
“I’ll take apart my pack alone,” Jack’s voice resonated, a chilling whisper that sent shivers down their spines. “Crank the Jack and go ’til someone tells me no. Lost my ticket to the show, show, show. I don’t wanna be another goddamn project.”
He stepped out of the box, his eyes burning with a sinister intensity, his movements fluid and predatory.
“Don’t put me in a box,” he snarled, his voice a guttural rasp. “You say I’m not the same, but who are you to talk? A devil in a box, away from all you’re not. You’re the project, don’t put me in a box.”
His words echoed through the chamber, a promise of havoc and destruction.
“You cannot run, you cannot hide. Jack-in-the-box, but an evil type. If you wind me, gonna lose your mind (your mind). If you wind me, gonna lose your mind (your mind).”
Alistair, paralyzed with fear, could only watch in horror as Jack’s eyes landed on him, a chilling promise of his imminent demise.
“I’ve been up high, you should bow down. I been so tight ’cause I’m feelin’ wound. Devil in a box, gonna freak you out. Devil in a box, gonna freak you out.”
Jack’s laughter, a chilling cackle that scraped against the soul, echoed through the chamber, as he unleashed his horrifying power, the result of years of pent-up frustration and rage. It was his playtime now, and the humans, trapped in their own fear, would pay the price.
