In a basement dark and deep filled with silence all around, Lives a lonesome little troll, with only sadness to be found Picking battles on the Internet, picking the scabs upon his soul, Let's sing a song of pity for the bitter little troll. Chorus: Lonesome troll, lonesome troll, He's fighting all the time, His heart's so hard and brittle, His words so sharp and so unkind. He's raging 'gainst the void He's trying to fill a hole So let's shed a single tear for the lonesome little troll Through every click and clack her pain and anger seep Scrolling through the forums, fighting pangs of sleep She's got to own the Libs and the MAGATs if she can She doesn't really care Fuck the plebs and fuck the man Chorus: Lonesome troll, lonesome troll, She's fighting all the time, Her heart's so hard and brittle, Her words so sharp and so unkind. She's raging 'gainst the void She's trying to fill a hole So let's shed a single tear for the lonesome little troll Bridge: Underneath that rage there is a heart that's sore To meet that pain with love Just might open up that door A chance for once to see that kindness thrives as well A light to lead them upward from the depths of their own hell Chorus: Lonesome troll, lonesome troll, They're fighting all the time, Their heart's so hard and brittle, Their words so sharp and so unkind. They're raging 'gainst the void They're trying to fill a hole So let's shed a single tear for the lonesome little troll