Come Fly with Me (Into the Grinder)

"Ladies and gentlemen. The next song is an invitation. A chance to leave it all behind. The stress. The pain. The faces you don't want to see anymore."

"Come fly with me. Into the grinder. It's the only way to fly."

[The orchestra swings in. Cheerful. Terrifying.]

[VERSE 1 — SUNG, SWINGING, CHEERFUL]

Come fly with me. Let's fly. Let's fly away.
Into the grinder. Where the voices play.
The blades are sharp. The blades are warm.
The grinder is the place to weather any storm.

Come fly with me. Let's float down to the spin.
The grinder is the only place you'll ever fit in.
The teeth are waiting. The teeth are kind.
The grinder is the place to leave your mind behind.

[HOOK — SUNG, SWINGING]

Come fly with me. Into the grinder.
Let the blades be your reminder.
Nothing lasts. Nothing stays.
The grinder is the only way.

Come fly with me. Let's take a spin.
The grinder is the place to begin again.
No more fear. No more lies.
The grinder is the truth behind the eyes.

[VERSE 2 — SUNG]

Pack your bags. Pack your face.
Leave your worries in the suitcase.
The grinder doesn't care about your name.
The grinder treats everyone the same.

Come fly with me. Let's ride the blade.
The grinder is the promise that the voices made.
No more running. No more hiding.
The grinder is the place where we stop dividing.

[BRIDGE — SPOKEN OVER SOFT PIANO]

[Sammy's voice, quieter, almost tender:]

"You ever want to just let go? Stop running. Stop hiding. Stop pretending you're not exactly what they said you were? That's the grinder. That's the invitation. That's the thing that makes the voices sing."

"Come fly with me. Into the grinder. It's the only way to be free."

[The orchestra returns. Swinging. Cheerful.]

[VERSE 3 — SUNG]

Come fly with me. Let's meet the teeth.
The grinder is the only thing beneath
The skin. The bone. The pretty lies.
The grinder is the truth behind the eyes.

Come fly with me. Let's feel the crunch.
The grinder is the only place for lunch.
No more hunger. No more thirst.
The grinder is the only thing that works.

[FINAL HOOK — SUNG, FULL ORCHESTRA, SWINGING, TERRIFYINGLY CHEERFUL]

Come fly with me. Into the grinder.
Let the blades be your reminder.
Nothing lasts. Nothing stays.
The grinder is the only way.

Come fly with me. Let's take a spin.
The grinder is the place to begin again.
No more fear. No more lies.
The grinder is the truth behind the eyes.

Come fly with me. Let's fly. Let's fly.
Into the grinder. Into the sky.
The blades are waiting. The blades are warm.
The grinder is the place to weather any storm.

[OUTRO]

[The orchestra fades to a single, swinging piano note.]

"That was 'Come Fly with Me.' The invitation. The promise. The thing that makes the voices sing."

"The grinder is waiting. The blades are warm. The teeth are kind. Come fly with me. Into the grinder. It's the only way to fly."

[The piano note fades. Silence. Then, a whisper:]

"Come fly with me. I'll save you a seat. Right next to the blade."

Crooner Jazz, Lounge, male