[Intro — refrigerator hum, tape hiss, irregular breathing] [Deep gravelly Southern baritone — distant] One for you... One for me... Two little kidneys... Supposed to be... [Pause] Supposed... to be... [Wet inhale] I'm hungry. [Detuned banjo enters one string at a time] [Verse — low, disjointed] Three seventeen... Ceiling fan... Something's standin'... Where the doorway ends... No eyes... No light... Just two holes... Drinkin' up the night... Don't move... Don't breathe... Don't— [Hard cut] Morning. Sheets wet. Side hurts. Something... Something's— [Whisper] Missing. [Pre-Chorus — overlapping whispers] Check the window... Locked. Check the doorway... Locked. Check your body... [Silence] Wrong. [Chorus — slow, ritualistic] Kidney meat... Kidney meat... Warm beneath... The ribs so deep... Count to two... Then count to one... Something's gone... Something's gone... Kidney meat... Kidney meat... Sleep... And let... The hungry... Eat... [Instrumental — bowed fiddle scraping against sub-bass] [Verse — increasingly fragmented] Hospital light... White-white-white... Doctor says— Lucky. Lucky? [Laughs once] Haha... Lucky... With a hole in your side... And a shape... In your memory... That ain't got... EYES. [Music drops] [Whisper] I remember him. No. I remember... Being him. No. No-no-no-no— [Percussion slams in] Black hood... Blue skin... Mask on... Mask off... Can't remember... Which one's my face... Hands smell like iron... Sink full of red... Don't remember waking... Don't remember bed... There's something wrapped... Inside the fridge... Don't— Don't open— [Refrigerator door creaks] Oh... [Long pause] That's mine. [Pre-Chorus — voices circling the listener] One for you... [Whisper] One for me... One for you... [Whisper] One for me... Two little kidneys... [Whisper] Supposed to be... [Baritone, suddenly frantic] THEN WHY... DO I HAVE THREE? [Chorus — heavier, voices multiplying] KIDNEY MEAT! KIDNEY MEAT! Warm beneath... The ribs so deep! COUNT TO TWO! COUNT TO ONE! Cut the light! The thing has come! KIDNEY MEAT! KIDNEY MEAT! Don't look where... His eyes should be! Sleep real still... Don't make a sound... [Hard cut] [Silence] [Low laughter] Hahaha... [Bridge — sermonlike, sanity deteriorating] The body is a house... The ribs are doors... The skin is just... Wallpaper... Wallpaper... Wallpaper... Peel it back— [Whispered voices] Don't. There's a room— Two little beds— DON'T. One on the left... One on the right... [Increasingly distressed] Stop telling me... [Whispers] Left... Stop. Right... Stop. Left... Right... SHUT UP! [Complete silence] [Small voice] Hungry... [Baritone, exhausted] I know. [Instrumental — warped lullaby melody] [Verse — almost tender] I used to have... A name... Didn't I? Used to sleep... Used to dream... Used to see— [Stops] See... See... See... [Laugh begins quietly] With what? [Uncontrolled laughter abruptly stops] [Glitch] Hungry. [Glitch] Should— Hungry. [Glitch] I was— HUNGRY. I AM— HUNGRY. [Final Chorus — completely unhinged] KIDNEY MEAT! KIDNEY MEAT! ONE FOR YOU! AND ONE FOR ME! KIDNEY MEAT! COUNT TO THREE! ONE AIN'T YOURS! ONE AIN'T MINE! WHOSE KIDNEY... DID I EAT LAST NIGHT?! [Congregation erupts] KIDNEY MEAT! KIDNEY MEAT! KIDNEY MEAT! KIDNEY MEAT! [Baritone screaming beneath them] [Congregation] ONE! [Congregation] TWO! [Everything collapses into distortion] ONE! TWO! THREE! ONE! TWO! THREE! ONE! TWO! THREE! ONE— TWO— THR— EeeeeehAhhhhhhh!!! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! [Instant silence] [Refrigerator hum] [Footsteps] [Drawer opens] [Metal utensil lightly scrapes against a plate] [Deep baritone — perfectly calm] One for you... One for me... [Long pause] [Whisper] There can be one... For everybody... [Quiet, breathless laughter] [Hard cut]
