Mike Patton - The Man Who Fell In Love With His Car

this is my first attempt to create a song with Mike Patton using AI, let's say here and there it has its moments, a mixture of Faith No More, Mr Bungle, Dillinger Escape Plan, Dead Cross and some Zorn
Lyrics
Do you feel that drive, yeah?
The gear shift's touch makes your heart ignite
They!
They can't grasp it!
It's yours!
This chrome affection, yeah?
Love rolls in on four wheels
Greased lightning passion in your veins
Metal beast you tame, but in your mind, chains
They say you're twisted in a car-seat romance
But they can't see the wild, the engine dance
Screaming down the alley of your twisted mind
Headlights flash, but you're driving blind
They whisper, 'Mad love, he's gone too far'
The rubber's scent, his sweetest parfum
In padded rooms (padded rooms)
He revs an engine, none can hear
Just a phantom wheel, his mind's gear
Straitjacket hugs, won't kill the thrill
Echoes race (they race)
In chambers white, where doctors probe
Reality's blur, his motor robe
Carbon fumes, his only bride
Isolation's ride, where thoughts collide
This metal heart, it beats in time
In silent screams, it calls his name
A love deranged, no bounds contained
Clutch and gas, his love declared
In this confinement cell, they try to break his spell
But every night
Reflecting chrome (in these hands)
Gearhead dreams, a love obscene
Rubber burns a soul, can't be controlled
They call it madness, but it's freedom's own
Tire tracks on sterile floors
In whispers roar (they roar)
Cogs and pistons, fuel the fire in his mind
Grip so tight, they think he's lost to time
Oh they strap him down, but his spirit's in fifth gear
Gnashing teeth, pedal down, to him it's clear
Four wheels, his soul, the road he's meant to roam
In white washed walls, his car heart calls for home
His love affair, with steel and wheel
Full throttle heart, but he can't feel
Their drugs, their looks, just labels peeled
He's married to the metal, his fate sealed
Psych ward grooves, his dashboard blues
Doctors in his rearview, they just lose
He shifts the scene (shifts the scene)
Tire marks on psyche's sheen
Grunge-core horns, avant garde screams
The fusion's wild, from mind's extremes
Metal heart's symphony, a carburetor's weep
Defying genres, his soul's not cheap
They say he's broken, revving to false starts
But in his head, the pistons sing their parts
Wrench and chain, a mechanic's heart in pain
Lost in the valves, his love's not in vain (not in vain)
His gearbox mind, a world they can't contain
To them it's clear, his mind's a wreck to steer
They preach control, but he hits full throttle
Institution hallways, his racetrack model
Diagnosis written, but they miss the plot
Under his breath, exhaust whispers hot
Pages (pages), in manuals turn
But his heart's an engine
In padded cell's embrace, he dreams in RPM
Wheels spin in his soul, where no one can condemn
Slick guitar and slap-bass riffs, a stray jacket groove
His throttle heart leaps, heavy chords on the move
Shock therapy, it's a wrench in his works
But he fuels his dreams with the quirks (the quirks)
Now they wheel him out (they wheel him out)
Into the courtyard, sun on chrome
He smiles but there's a wrenching in his bone
Speakers in his head, playing his desert race
With the ghost of freedom, he once gave chase
Strapped in his seat, eyes wild, a high-rev stare
Asphalt dreams under lock and key
Psycho ward's got nothing on me
Doctor's clipboards, they scratch in vain
Can't diagnose this high-octane brain
In my mind, I'm still free, shifting gears, just let me be
Their drugs may drip, they say I've slipped
Ride with me, across these padded dreams
Engines roar in the asylum's screams
Bound by their rules, yeah, they think I'm played
But every chrome curve's got my soul swayed
Tangled sheets, they twist like roads I've known
Heavy metal heartbeat, in my bones
Here in this room (this room)
Walls echo my vroom, a love affair doomed
Through the meds and the gloom (the gloom)
Visitors come, they see machines
But under my skin, fuel flows in streams
They don’t see the wrench
In his head, the highways bend
To destinations that don't exist
They bend their brows, say he's obsessed
A lunatic with a chrome-plated chest
Visions of tailpipes and the open road
Inside his mind, a secret abode