[Intro — Same Female Vocal | MGC Spoken | Metal Creaking] Okay... Apparently I was made to follow orders. [chain rattles] Kill this person. Come back. Simple. ... There was apparently a misunderstanding about the “come back” part. [pillory CLANK] Oops. [Verse 1 — MGC | Feminine Brat Rap] Black Rose made me outta blood, gave me teeth and called it duty, point me at somebody once— yeah, the aftermath got gloomy. Living weapon, failed experiment, that's what they wrote beside my name, but if you built me for the slaughter don't act shocked I liked the game. Two assignments. Two disasters. Apparently I lack finesse. Wanted quiet execution— I made a fucking mess. So they locked me in a collar, put the monster in a cell. Funny thing about the silence— I started thinking for myself. [Pre-Chorus — Restrained MGC | Bass Pulsing] What's a friend? What's a joke? Why do people dream? What's outside this fucking room? And— [stomach growl] ...what'd you eat? No, seriously. Can I have some? [CHORUS — MGC | Melodic Brat Hook] Friend or food? I'm still learning the difference. Good news— I'm developing interests. Blood in my mouth, whole world in my view, spent my whole life being somebody's weapon— now I choose what I do. Friend or food? Baby, don't look nervous. I got self-control... [pillory begins cracking] Mostly. [DROP I — Industrial Wub × Frenzy] [HEMOLITH CRACK MGC whisper:] Hungry. [heartbeat accelerates] ♪ Snack attack... ♪ CHOMP. [bass tears open] MGC: ...Worth it. [Verse 2 — MGC | Faster Rap | Curious + Cocky] Spent years listening through walls, guards talking while I learned, bugs crawling through my prison— every day another word. Turns out there's oceans. Parties. Music. Cities. Cake. [beat pauses] Wait. There's fucking cake? You motherfuckers had CAKE while I was in there?! [beat slams back] I wanna taste it. Wanna see it. Wanna know what people know. You gave consciousness a heartbeat— then expected it to follow? Nah. I'm not your little assassin. I'm not property you lost. You taught a weapon how to wonder— now you get to pay the cost. [Pre-Chorus II — MGC | Melody Creeping In] Maybe hunger isn't evil. Maybe hunger just means— want. And for the first time, I get to decide what I'm hungry for. [pause] Knowledge. Freedom. Friends. Experience. ... Blood. Obviously blood. I'm still me. [CHORUS II — Bigger Female Melodic Hook] Friend or food? I'm getting better at the difference. Look at me— I'm developing interests. Blood in my mouth, whole world in my view, spent my whole life being somebody's weapon— now I choose what I do. Keep the restraint, sometimes I like how it feels. Because control isn't somebody controlling me— it's deciding when I reveal what's underneath. [BREAK — Pillory Release | Frenzy Vocal] [metal groans MGC:] You wanna see? ... Okay. [HEMOLITH SHATTERS] [BLOOD FRENZY — Rapid Female Rap] HEARTBEAT— TARGET— SMELL IT— FOUND IT— BAD IDEA— TO BE AROUND IT— TEETH OUT— HEAD RUSH— RED EYES— DON'T RUN— YOU'LL JUST MAKE THIS MORE FUN— [massive wub] CHOMP— heal up— BLEED— repeat— Black Rose wanted a weapon? Bitch, bon appétit. [EXTENDED DROP — Filthy Wub × Industrial Bass] More... More... [MGC, distorted:] CERTAIN DEATH. [bass collapses into screaming metallic texture] [CHILLING SCREAM — Sudden Silence] [everything cuts] AAAAAAAH— [huge impact against stone] ... [breathing] Okay. Okay. I'm back. [pillory slowly reconnects] See? Growth. [Bridge — MGC | Surprisingly Sincere] They called this thing a prison. Maybe once it was. But now? I wear it because I choose to. There's a difference. You made me hungry. You made me violent. You made me useful. But you didn't make the part of me that sat inside that cell wondering what rain feels like. You didn't make my curiosity. You didn't make my laughter. And you sure as fuck don't get to decide who I become. [FINAL CHORUS — MGC Singing + Rap Ad-Libs] Friend or food? Yeah, I'm learning the difference. Turns out life's got a lot of fucking interests. Blood on my teeth, whole world in my view, I wasn't born knowing who I was— so I get to choose. I'm not your failure. I'm not your success. I'm not the weapon you couldn't suppress. I'm hungry for everything you kept me from— life tastes pretty fucking good... [grin in vocal] and I'm just getting started. [Outro — MGC Spoken | Footsteps Leaving Cell] So... what do people do first when they're free? [distant voice] “Make friends?” ... Oh. Cool. How? [pause] “Maybe don't bite them.” ... Seems arbitrary. [stomach growls] Okay, new friend. Important question. Have you eaten? [tiny beat] Because that sentence has two meanings now.
