[Instrumental: Immediate fast drum roll into a catchy, distorted guitar riff. Bass joins in heavily. A chaotic "Ha-ha-ha" laugh sample is subtly mixed in.] (Verse 1) [Vocal: Shouting, aggressive] I post the facts, you hit 'em with a meme, I show the cracks within your broken dream. But barely has the message hit the feed, Than all the trolls begin to plant their seed. No argument, no reasoned thought, no plea, Just emoji garbage staring back at me. "Go take your meds," the echo chamber screams, You think you're clever, living out your silly schemes. (Pre-Chorus) [Vocal: Building intensity, slightly sneering] You're scared of what my words might bring to light, So you just shut me down with all your might. One simple label, to dismiss and kill, To soothe your doubt, to quell your inner chill. (Chorus) [Vocal: Powerful, anthemic, shouting, full band with raw energy] So wear your tin foil hat, sing your mocking tune, Laugh all you want, beneath the pale, pale moon! Call me a kook, call me insane, For your sweet blindness, I just offer pain! You plaster labels right across my face, But the truth beneath, you just can't chase! Tin foil hat! Tin foil hat! Yeah, I'm proud of that! (Verse 2) [Vocal: Shouting, cynical] I warn of storms, you giggle at the breeze, Behaving like a child, brought to its knees. The media feeds you, every single day, And you just sing along, in their grand display. Defamation is your shield, your only sword, Is freedom of your mind, no longer to be adored? Who questions now, gets crucified with glee, Welcome to the brave new world, for all to see! (Bridge) [Instrumental: Tempo slows down slightly, bass heavy, guitars chugging palm-muted. Feedback rings.] [Vocal: Whispering, menacing, then rising] Laugh on... Laugh real loud... Until your laughter chokes inside your throat... When reality, it starts to cast its vote... Then you'll need a hat. Then you'll need the strength. [Vocal: Screaming] Then it's too late! (Guitar Solo) [Instrumental: Fast, chaotic, screeching guitar solo, full punk energy and raw distortion.] **(Chorus) [Vocal: Maximum intensity, anthemic shouting, full band]` So wear your tin foil hat, sing your mocking tune, Laugh all you want, beneath the pale, pale moon! Call me a kook, call me insane, For your sweet blindness, I just offer pain! You plaster labels right across my face, But the truth beneath, you just can't chase! Tin foil hat! Tin foil hat! (Outro) [Vocal: Mocking, fading, with a final burst of defiance] Yeah, fold me a hat! From your newspaper dreams! So I don't have to hear your stupid screams! Tin foil hat... [Instrumental: Ends with a loud feedback noise and a final, abrupt drum hit.]
