THE TENDERIZER

[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.

Horrorcore rap/light metal, 90 BPM, male vocals, minor key, sinister mood, heavy bass, chug guitars, whispers