[Distant screaming. A chainsaw revving. A voice — torn, raw, barely human:]
"The little voice in my head… he says I'm crazy. He says I'm broken. He says I should stop."
[Chainsaw roars. Voice shifts — manic, gleeful.]
"I say… I'M JUST GETTING STARTED!"
[Full band explosion — blast beats, down-tuned guitars, pure chaos.]
[VERSE 1]
[Guttural, screamed, barely intelligible]
I woke up in a ditch with a taste in my mouth
Not blood, not dirt — something worse
A memory of teeth. A promise of skin.
The little voice says "stop." I say "begin."
I am the meat bicycle. Built for two.
One seat for me. One seat for YOU.
The handlebars are femurs. The wheels are screams.
I ride through your nightmares. I ride through your dreams.
The little voice says "you were a man once."
LIAR. LIAR. LIAR.
I was always this. I was always hunger.
I was always the thing in the dark that you run from.
[HOOK]
[High-energy, shouted, chantable]
MEAT BICYCLE! BUILT FOR TWO!
ONE SEAT FOR ME! ONE SEAT FOR YOU!
MEAT BICYCLE! COMING THROUGH!
STRIP THE FLESH! SALT THE WOUND!
[VERSE 2]
[Slightly more melodic but still unhinged]
I remember nothing. I remember everything.
A woman with fire in her hands. A name I forgot.
The little voice says "she mattered."
I say "she bled. Just like you. Just like you."
I don't need a vault. I don't need a key.
The only treasure is the sound you make when you BEG.
I don't need a reason. I don't need a cause.
I need a ribcage. I need jaws.
The little voice is screaming now. SCREAMING.
"Remember! Remember! Remember!"
I remember silence. I remember peace.
I remember the moment the screaming ceased.
AND I MISSED IT. I MISSED THE NOISE.
SO I MADE MY OWN. I BROUGHT THE VOICE.
[BREAKDOWN]
[Tempo drops. Heavy. Chugging. Grotesque.Spoken, low, almost calm:]
"You ever wonder what a soul sounds like? When it leaves the body? When it stops pretending it was ever anything but meat?"
[Scream:]
"IT SOUNDS LIKE THIS!"
[Blast beats return. Full chaos.]
[VERSE 3]
[Frantic, barely holding together]
I AM THE MEAT BICYCLE! BUILT FOR TWO!
I PEDAL WITH BONES! I BRAKE WITH TEETH!
THE ROAD IS YOUR SPINE! THE DESTINATION IS YOU!
AND I NEVER MISS. I NEVER MISS. I NEVER MISS.
The little voice is quiet now. FINALLY QUIET.
He finally understands.
There was never two of us in here.
There was always just the hand.
THE HAND THAT HOLDS THE BUZZ AXE.
THE HAND THAT OPENS THE DOOR.
THE HAND THAT USED TO BE SOMETHING.
NOW IT'S JUST. WANTS. MORE.
[HOOK FINAL]
[Crowd-chant style, building to the end]
MEAT BICYCLE! BUILT FOR TWO!
ONE SEAT FOR ME! ONE SEAT FOR YOU!
MEAT BICYCLE! COMING THROUGH!
STRIP THE FLESH! SALT THE WOUND!
MEAT BICYCLE! MEAT BICYCLE!
RIDE! RIDE! RIDE!
MEAT BICYCLE! MEAT BICYCLE!
DIE! DIE! DIE!
[OUTRO]
[Guitars drop to feedback. Heavy breathing. The voice, exhausted, quiet:]
"The little voice… he's gone now. Just me. Just the bicycle. Just the road. Just the meat."
[A long pause. Then, a whisper:]
"Need another seat?"
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