In this modern world
We all want to have a voice
But does it need to be heard?
And do we have a choice?
Behold, frustrated loser
You think you have the sk**s
You act like a bruiser
'Cause your dull life needs thrills
Backseat drivers, pseudo MacGyvers
Riding the electronic highway
Flying high on the skyway
The purest form of praise is envy and rat race
Your suspicion and your slander
Won't make us surrender
You're second to none, haters and trolls
You're f**in' scum, real life zeros
You're second to none, the monstrosity of loathe
You're f**in' scum, butchering your heroes
Your scream for attention
Might feel like a rage
But your real detention
Is your online asylum cage
Backseat drivers, pseudo MacGyvers
Riding the electronic highway
Flying high on the skyway
The purest form of praise is envy and rat race
Your suspicion and your slander
Won't make us surrender
You're second to none, haters and trolls
You're f**in' scum, real life zeros
You're second to none, the monstrosity of loathe
You're f**in' scum, butchering your heroes
Scum, second to none
You f**in' loser you are trapped
Your turn on is a clear deceit
We all know your handicap
Stupidity never increases it just repeats
Backseat drivers, pseudo MacGyvers
Riding the electronic highway
Flying high on the skyway
The purest form of praise is envy and rat race
Your suspicion and your slander
Won't make us surrender
You're second to none, haters and trolls
You're f**in' scum, real life zeros
You're second to none, the monstrosity of loathe
You're f**in' scum, butchering
Scum, your heroes
Scum, go f** yourself
Scum