March to the beat
Of your stupid drum
While your mouth makes
The sound of a firing gun

Leave your helmet at home
You won’t need it where you’re goin’
Not much worth protecting anyway

The echoes will die
Out in real life
The world doesn’t work
Like it does in your mind

Go ahead and make threats
To people on the internet
I’ll see you and your tiny dick in Hell

Let’s go

I don’t need your respect
I don’t wanna know your name
Don’t give a shit about your kid
They’re all gross and look the same

We tried and we failed
But I guess we learned a lot
I think that it’s time for us
To turn the internet off