(Verse 1) Scrolling through the screen at half-past four, Another digital colosseum floor. A hundred strangers acting like they hold the scale, Weighing out a nightmare down to the final detail. They type out their fury, they posture and scream, Using broken lives as content for the stream. And right at the center, standing tall and severe, Is a guy with a caption designed for a cheer. (Chorus) Oh, the outrage circus comes rolling to town, Everybody’s eager to put someone down. They don't see the children, they don't see the grief, Just a fresh new vehicle to harvest belief. Trading your empathy for a quick little high, While the actual ghosts of the tragedy die. (Verse 2) He calls himself an outlaw, standing alone, The king of his castle built out of a phone. Comparing his rants to a prophet of old, Selling cheap validation for digital gold. And down in the basement, the commenters bite, Fantasizing vigilantes into the night, Missing the irony, drowning in spleen, Projecting their shadows all over the screen. (Bridge) It’s a mirror of noise, a reflection of void, Where a ruined existence is quickly deployed. No one is mourning the paths not yet trod, They’re too busy playing an internet god. Just dropping a match where the dry timber lies, Then turning away as the smoke fills the skies. (Chorus) Oh, the outrage circus comes rolling to town, Everybody’s eager to put someone down. They don't see the children, they don't see the grief, Just a fresh new vehicle to harvest belief. Trading your empathy for a quick little high, While the actual ghosts of the tragedy die. (Outro) Another hot take on a broken machine. The quietest victims you've ever not seen. Just toss in a grenade, let the echo chambers break... And walk away clean.
