[V5 original > V5 Cover] Bruv I’m in me front room, kettle hissin’, telly on mute, And somehow I’m the bloke they handed the “end it all” flute. ("Hey, man, push it...... push that button") Yeah yeah, I heard you — you sound like you’ve had three Red Stripes and a plan. ("But why though, what does it do?")[echo trails] That’s the thing… I dunno. It’s just labelled like it expects a yes, man. (just push it man!) You say it like I’m turnin’ off a lamp, not snuffin’ out the map. ("Just do it, yeah?") Nah, you’re that voice that says “one more” then I wake up in a trap. ("What for?")[tape delay] (Come on man!) What for… to feel big for a second, ‘cause small feels like a slap. ("Why though?") [echo: why... why... why...)[tape delay] ("What button?")[delay repeating, fading] ("Where?")[reverb trail] I’m askin’ questions ‘cause I’m hopin’ the questions make it vanish. You’re answerin’ like a mate eggin’ me on just to watch me manage. I’ve pressed worse stuff with less power — “send”, “buy”, “agree”, Now it’s “press” and the whole world’s suddenly dependin’ on… me. [CHORUS - Full groove] (Press the button, press the button)[echo forever] (That voice won't let me go, never, never)[dubbed delay] (Stoned and questioning, what's the mission?)[reverb swell] (Press the button, that's the vision)[tape delay spiral] The groove comes in and makes catastrophe feel tidy and clean, Like if the bassline’s fat enough, it’s somehow not that mean. ("What... what does it even do?")[full reverb] ("Everything, man. Everything change.")[tape delay] “Everything change” ain’t a plan, bruv — that’s a shrug in a suit. That’s you sellin’ me a cliff like it’s a scenic route. ("But... what happens after?")[Echo] ("You find out, yeah? Just press it!")[Spring reverb] After I’m still here, innit — sat in the quiet with the stink. After is me tryin’ to sleep while the ceiling won’t let me think. ("Why me though? Why should I?")[multiple delays] ("Because you THERE, man! You the one!")[distorted edges] Exactly — nearest idiot wins. That’s the whole selection. I’m not “chosen”, I’m just present… with poor judgment and a complexion. ("What if... what if something bad—")[tape delay trails] What if “tired” is enough? What if that’s my whole résumé? ("NO 'what if'! PRESS IT NOW!")[dry, cutting off] [Spring reverb crash on "NOW"] That’s you — loud, certain, simple… like simple ain’t the danger. ("I don't... I don't know...")[echo fading] Course I don’t know. No one should know how to do this, fam. ("You KNOW! Deep down you KNOW! PUSH IT!") [Heavy dub delay on "PUSH IT" repeating overlapping] Deep down I know I want relief — and you dress relief up as “brave”. Deep down I know I’m weak when it’s late and the room feels cave. ("Maybe... maybe you're right...") Maybe you are… and that’s the scary bit. I’m bendy. I fold. (YES! NOW! DO IT!) My hand’s movin’ like muscle memory — like flickin’ a switch at home. Like I’ve practised little disasters and now you’re askin’ for the dome. I can feel the air hold its breath like the room’s got ears. ("But WHY?")[questioning, desperate, echo] Why ‘cause I can. Why ‘cause I’m rattled. Why ‘cause I hate feelin’ small. Why ‘cause you keep sayin’ it’s nothing — and I’m thick enough to like that at all. ("PRESS!")[commanding, loud, distorted] You don’t need reasons. You just need me to stop thinkin’. (What happens?")[scared, multiple delays] ("JUST PRESS IT!") What happens is we find out. What happens is no rewind exists. What happens is my “oops” don’t fit in any language they’ll miss. I’m laughin’ under my breath like it’s banter — that’s the bleakest view: Power this big in hands like mine? Yeah… that’s the punchline too. [FINAL CHORUS - Hypnotic loop] [Full arrangement, maximum dub effects] [Vocals looping layering echoing] (Press the button, press the button) (Press the button, press the button) [Voices overlapping in delay patterns] (Why? Press! Why? Press! Why? Press! PRESS!!!!)[tape delay] The chant makes my doubt go soft. Repetition beats sense. I don’t lose an argument — I just run out of defence. I hear myself givin’ in like it’s normal. Like it’s tea, not a tomb. That’s the worst line — not rage, not hate — just casual doom. ("Oh... ok then...") I don’t even feel heroic — I feel horizontal. Like “fine then…” ("...here goes...") Thumb drops. And I’m still just me. That’s the horror. That’s the joke. [@ebbeaoloa / Ebbe Aoloa covered by @idledelight / IdleDelight]
