From the recording Whodunit
Heavy goth rock about internet trolls. Wall of sound-like song with choirs, cello basses, horns.
Lyrics
He stares at me with dull cold eyes
Weighing the pros and cons
I see how he's trying to sexualize
For what seems like aeons
I remember how he used to look that way
When we went for a swim
An pervert, thinking I was an easy prey
Twelve years old and afraid of him
A sneaky peewee guy who begrudges his brother's success
And doesn't seem to care that the world's in distress
A weakling who should've been a door to door seller
Hiding behind a screen in the dark like a cave dweller
The lifeless soul
Of the internet troll
He puts the blame on everyone else
Black-mouthing family and friends
Prying at helpless women in cheap motels
Who choose false hopes above dead ends
His insecurity got him disfigured
He can't walk a straight line anymore
In the realm of time he withered
Reaching the breaking point he's waiting for
A pushy hypocrite twitting others for what they do
Too scared to admit he'd would like all those things too
A socially incompetent coward with little empathy
Who believes to be an example of a white male supremacy
The lifeless soul
Of the internet troll