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Return Of The Karen | Villain Song

My RP Discord Server:   / discord   Dark Matter Merch: https://dark-matter-shop.fourthwall.com Channel Memberships:    / @darkmatter1996   Commissions: [Open] Discord Username: [@darkmatter96] Discord profile name: [Zacks Black] There are storms born from skies, and there are storms born from the human need to control what cannot be contained. This tale speaks of that second kind—the tempest that grows not in clouds, but in the heart that cannot yield. It whispers of those who build empires out of grievances, who mistake order for virtue and obedience for peace. Once the chaos of the outer world fades, some spirits cannot rest. They must find new battlegrounds, smaller perhaps, but no less sacred in their conviction. The fences they guard become walls of purpose, and the rules they write become scripture. The air grows heavy not with thunder, but with judgment—quiet, absolute, and perfectly manicured. Beneath the gold of self-assurance lies a void that hums like static. Entitlement becomes divinity; every sigh a hymn, every demand a decree. The world bends politely, and in that bending, loses something precious—something wild and human. Control becomes its own kind of madness, wrapped in silk and smiling at its reflection. And so, in this story’s quiet apocalypse, perfection reigns supreme. The chaos of nature is conquered by paper, pen, and protocol. The storm no longer rages above—it lingers within, silent and absolute, a crown built from compliance and fear. --- Lyrics: [Intro] Oh gather once more, ye faint of heart, For a tale that chills and yet—tickles smart! You thought she’d vanished, gone away? Ha! Karens never fade—they stay! [Verse 1] She’s left the mall, her war complete, Now guards her street with zealous heat. Each hedge too tall, each bin misplaced, She marks in notes—so neatly traced! Her neighbors quake beneath her gaze, She tracks their trash on numbered days. A crusader crowned in suburban pride, The lawn must match—the rules must guide! [Pre-Chorus] Oh, the HOA’s her holy creed, And she enforces every deed! She wields her clipboard, fierce, devout, Beware her smile—she’ll call you out! [Chorus] Bow once more to the Return of the Karen, Her power’s grown, her glare declarin’! From cul-de-sac to parking lane, Her reign resumes, her voice—arcane! She’ll cite, she’ll fine, she’ll shame, she’ll sue, For daring things like “Barbecue.” Oh, guard your yard, take care, take care, For Karens thrive on neighborhood air! [Verse 2] She spies the youth with painted bikes, “Too loud!” she cries, “It strikes! It strikes!” She counts the dogs, records each bark, Her vengeance blooms from dawn till dark. And when at last the mailman strays, She files a claim that very day! A paper storm, her chosen war, Each envelope—her battle roar! [Pre-Chorus] Oh, she rules with pen and petty glee, The law bends just for her decree! A queen of signs and zoning codes, Her wrath enshrined in moral odes! [Chorus] Bow once more to the Return of the Karen, Her empire neat, her passion darin’! No slip escapes her judging eye, No deed unmarked, no truth a lie! She’ll write, she’ll warn, she’ll glare, she’ll glare, And victory smells like legal air! Oh, heed this tale, take care, take care, For Karens breed when we despair! [Instrumental Break] [Cheerful horns duel the piano while a mischievous choir chants “Rule! Rule! Rule the block!”] [Interlude] They say she dreams in parking codes, And haunts committee episode. By moonlit porch she sips her tea, Plotting lawn conformity! [Bridge] Oh, let no gnome stand out of line, Let porch lights dim at ten, not nine! For in the dark her power grows, Through every hedge precisely mowed! [Chorus 3] Bow once more to the Return of the Karen, Her wrath refined, her patience wearin’! She’ll ticket joy, she’ll fine the sun, Till every neighbor’s spirit’s done! Her kingdom’s calm, her rules declare— “No life too bright, no laugh too rare!” So take this warning—loud, aware— For Karens lurk… most everywhere! [Outro] So if you hear that knocking call, It’s not the wind—it’s protocol. Sign your forms and trim with care… For Karen’s back—and she’s everywhere! [Final Flourish] [A triumphant, villainous chuckle and a single cymbal crash.] --- #DarkCabaret #VillainSong #SatiricalMusic