[Verse 1]
The sting of pain ripens with age
Into a withered recompense
Doesn't make a dent in the path you paved
Just a flower at the grave of indifference
[Refrain]
The world's a trigger seemingly without end
You have to bury the gun to finally make sense of it
[Verse 2]
No way forward through tangle of veins
Just through the thorns and brutal truth
Your apologies mean nothing to me
When a burning bridge can't be crossed
[Refrain]
The world's a trigger seemingly without end
You have to bury the gun to finally make sense of it
[Chorus]
Was it worth it?
Was it worth it?
Was it worth it?
[Refrain]
The world's a trigger seemingly without end
You have to bury the gun to finally make sense of it
[Verse 3]
Your apologies mean nothing to me
When a burning bridge can't be crossed
[Refrain]
The world's a trigger seemingly without end
You have to bury the gun to finally make sense of it
[Chorus]
Was it worth it?
Was it worth it?
Was it worth it?
[Refrain]
The world's a trigger seemingly without end
You have to bury the gun to finally make sense of it
[Chorus]
Was it worth it?
Was it worth it?
Was it worth it?
Tell me was it fucking worth it?
Trigger was written by Jacob Bannon.
Trigger was produced by Kurt Ballou.
In an interview with Pitchfork, vocalist Jacob Bannon broke down the meaning of each song:
[Pitchfork]: “Trigger” has a different feel—it almost sounds like you’re rapping on it.
[Jacob Bannon]: Yeah, it has a different kind of swagger. We have done things that have had a bluesy swagger before, bu...