
Protected System
angsty alt-pop with glossy modern production, saturated rhythm guitars, cinematic piano layers, and tight, punchy live drums; big hooky choruses with cathartic, diary-style storytelling and dramatic dynamic shifts; emotive young female vocal with bittersweet edge, doubled leads and stacked harmonies, airy delays and intimate room reverb; energy that flips between fragile, talky confessions and explosive, shout-along pop-rock hooks

Protected System
angsty alt-pop with glossy modern production, saturated rhythm guitars, cinematic piano layers, and tight, punchy live drums; big hooky choruses with cathartic, diary-style storytelling and dramatic dynamic shifts; emotive young female vocal with bittersweet edge, doubled leads and stacked harmonies, airy delays and intimate room reverb; energy that flips between fragile, talky confessions and explosive, shout-along pop-rock hooks
Lyrics
(clean guitar, steady beat)
[Verse 1]
(soft female vocals)
Hour-long conversations
Kinda wild that we got this far
You were tracing all my boundaries
Like you’re mapping every hidden scar
If you wanna know so much about me
Is it theory, theory, psychology?
Is it sweet talk, is it curiosity?
Or are you building secret walls and armor?
Give me some real good silence
Give me some real compliance
Give me some real good trust and I might just let you climb these high points
But when I’m in the low life, you’re living in the high lights
Quoting all my quirks like
My, my mind is yours to mine
You turn my feelings into evidence
Run my meltdown like a document
If I’m surviving desperate
Barely, just enough to keep breath clean
I might just be lonely and that’s okay, it’s lonely when you break like this
You wanna break like this?
Do you wanna hold weights like this?
Do you wanna be everything to a whole hundred million eyes just watching?
I don’t think you do
I think you wanna hide
I think you wanna stay safe and lock up your mind
I think you wanna chase the millions
I think you wanna keep them to yourself
I think you wanna buy a fast car for you
I think you wanna buy a fast car for you and your life
And you talk down on them when you’re scared
Like, you don’t even care what you share anymore
You don’t wanna be my friend, you just want my thumb
You just want the green light, want the numbers, want the nothing
And when you all get so tired
Will you tell me I’m not wired for the job?
When every little note’s wrong-tuned
I get really insecure and I might just end this
Dumb live-stream moment
I don’t like performing my whole life like this
Like, I don’t even think it sounded good, but I might try it again
