
Provocateur
clean and crisp vocals, clean master, crisp sound quality, high fidelity, crisp studio production, noise reduction, Ironic and wild, classical sparse and layered bright piano, High fidelity studio production, Dolby Atmos, Clear and crisp audio quality. Crowd applause. This post-punk track pulses with wiry, overdriven guitars and crisp, punchy live drums through tense, tightly arranged verses, High fidelity ensures every detail is vivid, Abrupt hyper-pop drops launch glitchy synths and elastic bass, driving bouncy, layered choruses with luminous gang-vocals, Male vocal is erratic and highly dynamic and expressive. Crowd applause.

Provocateur
clean and crisp vocals, clean master, crisp sound quality, high fidelity, crisp studio production, noise reduction, Ironic and wild, classical sparse and layered bright piano, High fidelity studio production, Dolby Atmos, Clear and crisp audio quality. Crowd applause. This post-punk track pulses with wiry, overdriven guitars and crisp, punchy live drums through tense, tightly arranged verses, High fidelity ensures every detail is vivid, Abrupt hyper-pop drops launch glitchy synths and elastic bass, driving bouncy, layered choruses with luminous gang-vocals, Male vocal is erratic and highly dynamic and expressive. Crowd applause.
Lyrics
I'm a provocateur,
A little scamp, a tiny rabblerouser,
Sittin' cacklin' behind my browser,
Come enter my domain, I'mma say-
Something controversial for the social pay,
Aren't I interesting,
Tell me how daring I am, hand me that grease,
I'll upset you just to climb the ranks,
Now, give, me, my, applause, please,
Thank you.
Might not have anything interesting to say,
And it's not even clever or funny, but-
My willingness to hurt might impress-
Cause I'm dressing up your impressionable mind,
Remember me daddy,
Remember me mommy, I,
Hope you don't regret giving birth to me, I,
Might have failed somewhere along the line,
But I adamantly use sarcasm to hide the fact that I'm not fine!
I'm a daring boy, baby.
Just got a twisted sense of joy, baby,
Try to stop me, I'm the victim, babay.
Used to inhale, used to snort,
Now my attention span's short,
Gotta find some way, (pop)
keep the adrenaline up, yeah, y'know,
cause if I stop I'll have to think about the-
dealers and the threats pilin' up.
If you call me out, I'll admit it to fool ya,
Into thinking I've accepted what I am.
But I'll coat it real thick in irony,
And I'm banking on you thinking I don't give a damn.
(I do.... So please stop talking about me.)
Remember me daddy,
Remember me mommy, I,
Hope you don't regret giving birth to me, I,
Might have failed somewhere along the line,
But I adamantly use sarcasm to hide the fact that I'm not fine!
I don't care, baby.
That's why I whine ironically, baby,
Tryin' to normalize my defects, babay!
Are the jokes hiding it well enough, babay?
And if you try to fight back,
I'll say you're even worse,
Use my "waddabout", "waddabout", "waddabouts",
to tempt you to disperse,
And if you roll your eyes and stop engaging,
I'll take it as a win, do a spin, and start the celebrating,
because I'm a provocateur, an artist,
Don't call me pathetic, on the bard list,
Got the words try to stop em,
If you don't have the stamina,
Then, that's, your, problem.
(Please, I need this!)
Remember me daddy,
Remember me mommy, I,
Hope you don't regret giving birth to me, I,
Might have failed somewhere along the line,
But I adamantly use sarcasm to hide the fact that I'm not fine!
Remember me daddy,
Remember me mommy, I,
Hope you don't regret giving birth to me, I,
Might have failed somewhere along the line,
But I adamantly use sarcasm to hide the fact that I'm not fine!
How can you call me mean?
Whatabout the time you called me dumb,
How can you call me obscene?
Whatabout the time you said I was fun?
(cause no one can change their minds, ever).
