
Trigger Warning
soul-pop, baritone lead vocals, falsetto lead vocals, tight group harmonies, memphis brass stabs, philly harmony pads, funky electric guitar strokes, warm wah-wah guitar, syncopated bassline, brushed snare, rolling vibraphone, gentle piano comping, lush orchestral strings, tape saturation, organic room reverb, plate reverb, layered chorus lift, bittersweet nostalgia, anxious self-reckoning, 84 BPM groove

Trigger Warning
soul-pop, baritone lead vocals, falsetto lead vocals, tight group harmonies, memphis brass stabs, philly harmony pads, funky electric guitar strokes, warm wah-wah guitar, syncopated bassline, brushed snare, rolling vibraphone, gentle piano comping, lush orchestral strings, tape saturation, organic room reverb, plate reverb, layered chorus lift, bittersweet nostalgia, anxious self-reckoning, 84 BPM groove
Lyrics
(Lush strings and gentle piano melody, gospel soul choir chants )
[Verse 1]
[Gruffy Male Baritone Lead]
i'm now aware of my triggers
all the facts and "the fingers"
i have lived in that world
stuffed my mattress, coins squirreled
[Verse 2]
[Soaring Sweet Female Falsetto Lead]
to feel the sun on my face
one more time
to feel his grace
hot, hot summertime
[Pre-Chorus]
[Tight Group Harmonies]
it's inconceivable
truly unbelievable
it's unremarkable
it's unadorable
[Chorus]
[Soaring Sweet Falsetto Lead]
something upsets me
and my brain just explodes
a rift in my psyche
Tintin pathos unfolds
[Guitar Solo]
(Soft, melodic jazz guitar with warm wah-wah filter)
[Outro]
[Falsetto ad-lib]
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
[Fade out with classical guitar slow sweeping strings]
