[Intro | church organ drone | bit-crushed bells | reversed choir whispers | 60bpm] [Verse 1 | spoken word delivery | formant shift -3st | cathedral reverb | glitch stutters on consonants] Dear Brett, I confess my sins haven't festered within They've broken out, pussed about, and soured But in an hour, it's easier to say you're fouler And leave me to my own powers [Instrumental Break 1 | baroque harpsichord solo | pitch-bent 808s | chopped vocal ghosts | tempo shift to 90bpm | granular synthesis sweeps] [Pre-Chorus | Gregorian chant harmonies | vocoder blend | building glitch density] Cold showers don't cut it anymore They leave open the drawers And pierce further the doors to distractions [Chorus | operatic explosion | trap hi-hats | church organ bass | autotune artifacts | 140bpm] My actions have become part of a lab rat's faction Testing impulse reactions to see how passive is the season Totaled results recreate something I will not contemplate [Instrumental Break 2 | glitched string quartet | reversed piano | pitched percussion | beatbox samples | tempo half-time to 70bpm | ring modulation sweeps | vinyl crackle overlay] [Verse 2 | ASMR whisper | binaural panning | harpsichord accompaniment | digital artifacts] The reason I don't have a date Not just the growth that's come too late Or the mentality of fear that's been displayed [Instrumental Break 3 | cathedral bells | chopped and screwed vocals | baroque fugue pattern | sidechained white noise | formant synthesis | tape stop effects] [Bridge | multi-octave vocal stack | bit-reduction increasing | orchestral hits | glitch mob drums] But more than less likely a displaced day in May When a young gal feigned to play With a boy she would betray in a moment [Instrumental Break 4 | detuned music box | 808 slides | monk chant samples | granular delay | pitch-shifted harpsichord | digital buffer stutters | ascending shepard tone] [Breakdown | confessional booth filter | minimal glitch percussion | dying tape machine | sub bass pulses] That's not to say it's her fault But earthquakes only start one way And pulling myself out to deny decay Is what I'll pretend to do, okay? [Instrumental Break 5 | full glitch orchestra | baroque counterpoint | trap rolls | formant choir | bit-crushed strings | tempo automation 60-140-60bpm | ring mod cathedral organ] [Outro | pitched-down confession | decaying digital artifacts | ghost choir fadeout | broken music box] Your teeth are not the only things she pulled Your legs never stable again - Sincerely, Nicole [Final Instrumental | collapsing cathedral | digital snow | heartbeat kick | silence]
