[Verse 1] The desert doesn’t give gifts. It only makes trades. A slow-motion hunger, scaled in obsidian and dust. Deep in the Mojave, there is a peptide, a chemical secret written in a bead of venom, waiting for a lab coat to translate the language of the lizard. [Build-up] Extract the sequence. Fold the protein. Siphon the hunger from the cold-blooded and inject it into the warm. [Chorus] **SINTROPIC REPLICATION!** **GLUCAGON-LIKE PEPTIDE-1!** **From the fangs of the Gila,** **Venom to veins!** **Siphon the hunger!** **Feed the pain!** **Siphon the greed!** **The monster is the only thing we need!** [Post-Chorus] **Suckle the venom!** **[Chug-chug-chug]** **Suckle the venom!** **[Chug-chug-chug]** **Synthetic!** **Mimetic!** **Lizard-led!** [Verse 2] We are editing the appetite. A molecular masquerade. We’ve stolen the satiety of a creature that sleeps for months in a hole in the sand. Now we walk through the city, weightless, hollow, wearing the lizard’s hunger like a tailored suit. The pharmacy is just a desert with fluorescent lighting. [Breakdown] Drag it out. Lock it in. Open the jaw and feel the sin. No feast. No famine. Just the meter ticking under skin. Cold blood, hot blood, same clinics, same mistakes, Same body, same ache, There's always more they can take. [Bridge] It’s not a pill. It’s a bite. A synthetic echo of a prehistoric fright. We’ve distilled the wild into a dosage. We’ve turned the predator... Into a prescription. [Pre-Chorus] **FOLD THE PROTEIN!** **BREAK THE FAST!** **THE LIZARD IS CALLING!** **THE EFFECTS WILL LAST!** [Chorus 2] **SINTROPIC REPLICATION!** **GLUCAGON-LIKE PEPTIDE-1!** **From the fangs of the Gila,** **Venom to veins!** **Siphon the hunger!** **Feed the pain!** **Siphon the greed!** **The monster is the only thing we need!** [Outro] [Whisper] The desert doesn't give gifts... The monster does... [End]
