Shh…
Do you hear that?
The silence is calming to you but to me I hear them.
They are out there, I tell you, plaguing your brains with nothingness.

I wear a foil hat now.
Did i tell you that?
Or were you not listening, instead hearing the poison of the soundless void?
I tell you they are out to get you but no one listens.
Not to me, the crazy man with the metal on his head.

I used to take riddlin but it was poison.
Did you ever taste that?
Supposed to keep me calm the doctors say, but I know what they use it for.
I’ve stop taking it, I will not bend to there will or fall to the silence.
I murmur now, the constant chatter of my teeth keep me company.
It echoes in this house but at least I know I’m safe.

I went shopping once for milk and when i got home I opened it.
Did you ever smell that?
The rancid scent arising from the top of the liquid.
They use it to brainwash you, but don’t worry thats why I am warning you.
I tell you I know these things. Things that will keep the silence and them at bay.
I grow organic now but shot my cow. The way he sounded came across different.

I got rid of my phone, something was coming out of the handsets.
Did you ever feel that?
It crawls into your brain and tells you what to do.
It’s the governments new plan to control us.
They use it in everything, Shut off your phone or I am afraid we are enemies.
Phones bring about the silence of void, you think you are talking but I know.
I know the truth and the truth is dark. No one talks to us and its their plan to keep us quiet.

I pretty much stay alone now.
Did you know that?
People think I’m crazy, the man who wears the foil hat, but who needs you?
I have tried to warn you and you poke fun.
Who needs friend, when they will tell big brother all about you.
They know our secrets and we continue to feed into.
I don’t mind though, cause they can’t get into my mind.
Laugh at me all you want but foil protects my thoughts.

I am lonely now and crave attention.
Do you even care?
I have renounced my ways and no longer create havoc.
They said they would let my mother go if I stopped this charade.
It’s ok now because I have taken off the hat and taken my riddlin.
The milk still tastes pungent but I suffer through it, builds strong bones they say.
I am encased in silence but I know longer worry, I am not allowed to worry.
They will take my family away if these things bother me, which they don’t
You are completely safe now, trust everything that everyone tells you.
I love my mother, do you trust me?