Crazy

(A dark, heavy synth and guitar riff begins, slow and menacing)
I am very, very hungry, very...
An eternal feast, set within my jaw.
One, two, three, four.
Come now, let the midnight banquet begin.
Everyone and everything becomes sustenance.
Can't stop, can't stop eating. Can't stop, can't stop, it's not enough.
Your refusal is just another flavor, hahaha.
A full-course meal of lives.
Violence upon my palate, my ecstasy.
Don't stop, don't stop eating. Don't stop, don't stop, one more bite.
Ah, it's never enough, I'll never tire, this primal sin's compulsion!

(The music explodes with frantic electronic beats, soaring strings, and powerful drums)
I am very, very CRAZY, very!
A hunger that will NEVER stop!
The curse of a desire-consumed wraith! I WANNA GO!
Very, very TASTY, very!
Let the grand festival roar!
The entirety of the world rests inside this mouth!
I just want to eat, oh how utterly delicious it is!

(A crushing guitar riff slams back in, darker and faster)
One, two, three, four.
Drag all of it onto my altar.
Even your precious rationality is prey.
Can't stop, can't stop eating. Can't stop, can't stop, I've lost myself.
Unforgivable, unceasing—the indictment of instinct.

(The texture shifts to a sinister, music-box-like melody over a pulsing beat)
You're very, very like a berry...
Like a ripe, crimson droplet...
Burst open, let your life-sauce drip... I am one too...
Berry, berry, we are berries...
You insignificant little things...
Now be crushed, vanish without a trace.
I just want to eat, oh how utterly delicious it is!

(The music strips back, leaving a cold, echoing space for a defiant, almost philosophical declaration)
Call it sin if you wish. Call it shame if you must.
Desire is instinct. Affirm this beautiful ugliness.

(The final, most intense climax. Layers of vocals, orchestral hits, and frenzied synths collide)
I am very, very CRAZY, very!
A hunger that will NEVER stop!
The curse of a desire-consumed wraith! I WANNA GO!
Very, very TASTY, very!
Let the grand festival roar!
The entirety of the world rests inside this mouth!

(Outro: The chaos resolves into a relentless, driving mantra, fading into distorted glitches)
I am very, very hungry, very... Very, very tasty, very...
I am very, very hungry, very... Very, very tasty, very...
I am very, very hungry, very... Very, very tasty, very...
I am very, very hungry, very... Very, very tasty, very...