Intro: Before I speak, let me apologize For thoughts I haven’t finished yet. Before you listen, let me explain Why you’ll still misunderstand me. Verse 1: Every sentence comes with a trial attached, Every joke’s a crime if it lands the wrong way, I watch people sharpen knives in advance Just hoping I slip on a word today. You don’t want truth, you want leverage, You don’t want change, you want blood, You say you’re hurt, but you’re smiling Because outrage finally gave you a voice. Pre-Chorus 1: You don’t want answers, you want reactions, You don’t want dialogue, you want control, If everything offends you equally, Then nothing actually matters at all. Chorus: So here’s your trigger warning — I won’t behave, I won’t dilute every thought I say, I won’t twist myself into a safer shape Just to keep you comfortable in your rage. You can cancel, label, rewrite my intent, But I won’t apologize for existing, If honesty’s a threat to your narrative, Then pull the pin — I’m ready for it. Verse 2: You collect offense like currency, Trade context for a headline scream, You talk about growth, forgiveness, healing, As long as it’s never applied to me. I’ve seen compassion used like a weapon, Mercy locked behind conditions, You demand perfection from strangers While hiding behind your contradictions. Pre-Chorus 2: You say words are violence, But silence kills just as fast, If we can’t speak without permission, Then progress never had a chance. Chorus: So here’s your trigger warning — I won’t behave, I won’t water down what I’m trying to say, I won’t flinch every time you decide That intention doesn’t matter today. You can twist it, clip it, frame me wrong, Turn a moment into a lifelong stain, If truth makes you uncomfortable, That’s not my shame. Bridge: You want villains, you want headlines, You want someone new to burn alive, You don’t want peace, you want a spectacle, You want chaos dressed up as being righteous. I’m not your enemy, I’m not your cure, I’m just refusing to play pretend, If thinking freely is a warning sign, Then maybe you should read it again. Final Chorus: Yeah, here’s your trigger warning — I’m still here, Still speaking without permission slips, Still saying things you don’t agree with Without apologizing for it. You can scream, report, demand I fold, But I won’t crawl to earn your grace, If you need silence to feel powerful, Then I was never the problem in the first place. Outro: You asked for honesty. You just didn’t expect it To talk back.
