Digital Terror - (Trigger Warning/Triggerwarnung)

Intro (leise, düster) Yeah… Every day… another name in the comment grave… Digital blood on invisible blades… Verse 1 (aggressiv, schneller Flow) Every day, every night, yeah it’s part of the show, Keyboard warriors think they got power to blow, No face, no name, just a mask and a post, Throwin’ stones in a house that they built outta ghosts. Yeah, some got scars, yeah, some got pain, But some just laugh while they dance in the rain, Of somebody else’s breakdown, feedin’ off cries, Lookin’ for a reaction just to feel alive. No life, no soul, just a screen and a grin, Type another insult, yeah, commit another sin, Hit send then pretend it’s a joke, it’s a game, But you never see the fire when you’re playin’ with flame. Chorus (catchy, aggressiv, rhythmisch) They don’t care ‘bout the tears“it’s digital”, right? They don’t see broken souls in the middle of the night. Yeah, they laugh, they scroll, they delete, they forget But there’s blood in the code and it ain’t dried yet. They don’t care ‘bout the pain they’re creating inside ‘Cause the screen don’t reflect every tear that you cried. But behind every post, every word, every scream— There’s a real damn human, not a pixel, not a dream. Verse 2 (düster, emotional, steigender Druck) Yeah, cycle repeats, now the victim’s the threat, Turn pain into poison, now they deal what they get, No defense back then, now they strike with regret, Tryna bury old ghosts but they ain’t buried yet. Late night, phone lights, heart starts to race, Readin’ all the comments, feel ‘em slap in your face, Every word like a knife, every line like a scar, And you wonder how the hell did it ever go this far. “Just ignore it”yeah right, like it’s easy to do, When the whole damn world got a problem with you, And the silence gets loud when you’re all alone, With a screen full of hate and a heart like stone. Chorus (leicht variiert, intensiver) They don’t care ‘bout the tears“it’s digital”, right? They don’t see people break when they log off at night. They don’t hear silent screams through the glow of a screen Just a number, a name, yeah, you know what I mean. They don’t care ‘bout the lives that are caught in between, All the hate, all the rage, all the shit that they’ve seen But behind every click, every word that you throw There’s a soul gettin’ crushed and you’ll never know. Verse 3 (maximale Intensität, fast rant-artig) Now it’s escalation, digital domination, No hesitation, just humiliation, Victims turn villains, it’s a chain reaction, Pain turns to rage, now it’s mass destruction. “Please stop”yeah, heard it but they kept goin’ on, Now the line’s gettin’ blurred between right and wrong, No brakes, no pause, no empathy left, Just a trail of regret and emotional theft. And you wonder why the cycle never ends? ‘Cause nobody stood up, nobody defended, Now it’s too damn late when the silence hits hard Another lost name, another emotional scar. Final Chorus (größer, dramatischer Abschluss) They don’t care ‘bout the tears“it’s digital”, right? Till the screen goes dark and you’re gone from the fight. Now they stare at the void where a life used to be But it’s too damn late for “R.I.P.” Yeah, they didn’t care when you begged ‘em to stop, Now the guilt don’t fade and the memories rot ‘Cause behind every screen, every word that you said… Was a real damn person. Now they’re dead.