

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro – TV audio, newsroom bleed, overlapping voices] —media’s running with a name— —don’t know who coined it— —came from the tool they think— [Verse 1] They needed something they could say Something that fits the page A word to hold the damage still A shape they could contain They don’t know weight They don’t know calm They don’t know why it’s clean They just know something hit too hard And left like it was seen [Pre-Chorus] They think a name Makes it real Like sound explains What they can’t feel [Chorus] They call him The Tenderizer Like that explains the room Like saying it out loud Makes the silence move They say the name Like it’s control But all it does Is make him whole [Verse 2] Headlines stack like butcher paper Ink pressed thin and loud Experts point at patterns Like patterns want to be found They argue motive, method, cause They circle what they lack They never ask why nothing’s left Or how it all stays flat [Pre-Chorus 2] They name the tool Ignore the hand They don’t understand [Chorus] They call him The Tenderizer Cold word, heavy sound Like it wasn’t always there Just waiting to be found They say it fast They say it wrong Like saying it Means he belongs [Bridge – stripped, almost mocking] Profiles built on borrowed fear Faces drawn that don’t exist They don’t see restraint as intent Or patience as a fist They think he’ll answer to the name They think it draws him out They don’t know silence doesn’t care What anyone calls it now [Final Chorus – heavier, restrained] They call him The Tenderizer Trying to make him small But names don’t stop What never speaks Or waits for calls They gave him shape They gave him ground Now he’s everywhere They look around [Outro – distant, clinical voice] Nickname adopted by press. Unconfirmed. Ongoing.
Tags
Horrorcore rap/light metal, 90 BPM, male vocals, minor key, sinister mood, heavy bass, chug guitars, whispers
2:45
No
1/19/2026