Текст песни The Great Derangement - Arswain

I think I nearly lost my head
Finding the question
Proposition of a different kind
What a sensation

Daily acts of violence
By good Samaritans
Firing rounds off a lifeboat
Until they puncture the plastic
Somewhere in the American heartland
Sits an author, pen in hand
Momentarily appalled by her children

Seemingly she was deranged
Seemingly she chose to leave