This song's lyrics came about when I thought of what a paranoid delusional's mental journal might look like. It would probably incorporate things that the person has heard about society and humanity, maybe some random facts or historical oddities. And the more common delusions such as voices in the head or the ILLUSION OF FREE WILL. HAHAHAHA

Lyrics:

Happy voices haunting me like bullets in the snow.
Houses full of dangerous things that I do not know.
Cars and trains and aeroplanes that take me where I go.
Over under torn asunder not one thing I wish to plunder.

Burning in my head is like the cooling of my soul.
Sounds like it but can't be it but maybe fills the role.
Newer better faster more expensive so I'm told.
Chanting men and women men and women children first.

I can't take this, I can't break this, I can't take this soup.

Hats on pegs were made for dregs of my society.
Would you like some sugar in your coffee or your tea.
Ships with sails are after whales because they're blubbery.
Someone in my brain is in my drain is in my stain.

Mastery of what seems like the best way at the time.
Knowledge of how they once failed is frankly quite sublime.
Dusty rooms and old heirlooms are aching for a rhyme.
Itchy on my skin who's gonna win we better win.

I can't take this, I can't break this, I can't take this soup.