[Verse 1: tight dry drums, staccato bass, sparse angular guitar; vocal: close, muttered, twitchy] I’m a bag of liquids sloshing in a skin cage, Electrolytes drifting on a narrow, measured stage. Osmotic pressure humming warnings in the dark, If the balance slips a little, I come apart. [Pre‑Chorus: drums tighten, bass pulses; vocal: sharp, clipped, urgent] Tiny gradients keep me alive, One wrong shift and I won’t survive. [Chorus: full band, angular guitars, jittery synth stabs; vocal: shouted, strained, paranoid] I am soup — held together by a membrane thin, A fragile broth swirling underneath my skin. I am soup — ions dancing on a razor line, Break the balance and the whole thing goes offline. [Verse 2: add subtle synth static; vocal: muttered, sarcastic, suspicious] Blood like a river, lymph like a ghost, Cells guarding secrets they fear the most. Push too much water and the walls give way, Lysis waiting like a predator in the hallway. [Pre‑Chorus: same structure, slightly more intensity] Every ratio is a loaded gun, Tip it wrong and the damage is done. [Chorus: repeat with more distortion and backing shouts] I am soup — held together by a membrane thin, A fragile broth swirling underneath my skin. I am soup — ions dancing on a razor line, Break the balance and the whole thing goes offline. [Bridge: drums drop to toms, synth pulses swirl; vocal: half‑whisper, half‑rant + glitch‑scat bursts] Maybe we’re all pressure vessels trembling, Maybe we’re all chemistry assembling. Maybe the body is a rumor of control, A wet machine pretending it has a soul. [Scat (Red Face style): “tk‑tk‑tk, brt‑ka, skrr‑tah, tk‑tk‑tk‑tk” — jittery, percussive, anxious, no jazz phrasing.] [Final Chorus: maximum distortion, noisy synth, gang shouts; vocal: desperate, collapsing] I am soup — a system barely staying true, A mix of fluids guessing what they’re supposed to do. I am soup — everything depends on the skin, Lose the wrapper and the chaos rushes in. [END: glitch burst, abrupt cutoff]
