(Verse 1) Dark backdrop, crossed arms, filter on high, He’s dropping a hammer from miles away. A tragedy happened, but look who’s the guy Who figured it all out on Facebook today. "This is my last word," he types with a sigh, Before typing ten more paragraphs in a row, Turning a courtroom into a stage, Putting on his digital rodeo. (Chorus) Oh, look at the outlaw, brave and severe, Chasing that high on the internet feed. Nobody’s crying for the ones who aren't here, They're just props for the ego they desperately need. It’s a dopamine hit, it’s a righteous display, Trading your soul for a clap and a like, Playing the hero of a digital strike. (Verse 2) Down in the comments, the mob takes a seat, Failing basic math while they scream at the wall. Someone wants blood just to make the day sweet, Someone blames women for ruining it all. Jennifer drops in a Dexter cartoon, Fantasizing about a vigilante knife, Using the ghost of a shattered-up home To fill the hollow of an ordinary life. (Bridge) He fancies himself like a prophet of old, Making the powerful sweat in their rooms, A lone rebel voice standing out in the cold, Writing epic prose as the narrative booms. It’s not about justice, it’s not about truth, It’s a mirror for a guy who is starved for applause, Dressed up like a rebel without any cause. (Chorus) Oh, look at the outlaw, brave and severe, Chasing that high on the internet feed. Nobody’s crying for the ones who aren't here, They're just props for the ego they desperately need. It’s a dopamine hit, it’s a righteous display, Trading your soul for a clap and a like, Playing the hero of a digital strike. (Outro) Society’s cooked, yeah, they love to declare, While fueling the fire with every hot take. Another notification, another fake prayer, Another hollow profile in the wake. Leave the grenade... And walk away.
