(Lush strings and gentle piano melody, gospel soul choir chants )

i'm now aware of my triggers

all the facts and "the fingers"

i have lived in that world

stuffed my mattress, coins squirreled

to feel the sun on my face

one more time

to feel his grace

hot, hot summertime

it's inconceivable

truly unbelievable

it's unremarkable

it's unadorable

something upsets me

and my brain just explodes

a rift in my psyche

Tintin pathos unfolds

(Soft, melodic jazz guitar with warm wah-wah filter)

i'm so problematic

i have made my mistakes

my triggers are buried

head full of big stakes

(head filling with snakes)

my phone is my weapon

i can hide in the weeds

cast stones, choose to threaten

logic and reason have vanished

from my wants and my needs

i can't camp on the right

it's a fascist regime

i sit in Mom's basement

and i rant and i scream

aligning with crackpots

all day in their jackpots

reception blocked due to sunspots

what i eat fires a gun shot

last generation of losers

lost generation

bone bruisers

i'm angry

i'm worn

i'm buried

in porn