Permission Slip to Chaos

[Verse 1]
You pace in the kitchen
Counting all the knives
Names on the napkins
Cross them
Underline
Mirror in the hallway
Says you look just fine
“History needs a villain
Go on
Take your time” (go on, take your time)
[Chorus]
Sign your name on the permission slip to chaos
Every crooked thought gets stamped “approved”
Let the ghost in your skull be the boss now
They’re cheering every awful thing you do
“Do it
Do it” in a deadpan choir
Breathing gasoline onto the fire
On your tongue
Their holy writ
You got a mind that came with a permit
[Verse 2]
They hum in the drywall
Scratch behind your eyes
“I’m the voice of reason
Everyone else lies”
Static in the phone line
Spells out what is right
“Mercy’s just a muzzle
Cut the cord tonight” (cut the cord tonight)
[Chorus]
Sign your name on the permission slip to chaos
Every crooked thought gets stamped “approved”
Let the ghost in your skull be the boss now
They’re cheering every awful thing you do
“Do it
Do it” in a deadpan choir
Breathing gasoline onto the fire
On your tongue
Their holy writ
You got a mind that came with a permit
[Bridge]
[Drums drop to toms
Vocal half-whispered
Crowd of whispers swelling behind]
Are you even here
When they talk through your teeth?
Whose hands are these
On the steering wheel?
If all their sermons
Are carved in your grin
Is it still sin
If you never chose it? (never chose it)
[Chorus]
Sign your name on the permission slip to chaos
Every crooked thought gets stamped “approved”
Let the ghost in your skull be the boss now
They’re cheering every awful thing you do
“Do it
Do it” in a deadpan choir
Breathing gasoline onto the fire
On your tongue
Their holy writ
You got a mind that came with a permit

rock, Claustrophobic indie rock with male vocals, tremolo guitars, and a creeping drum groove that erupts into fuzzed-out, overdriven choruses; whispered gang vocals double key phrases for a haunted, schizophrenic feel while a reverb-soaked lead line circles like a siren, indie rock