In a dark room,

probably in a basement somewhere.

Somebody is sat in front of their screen,

thinking..

How can I be a bigger wanker than I was yesterday!

Yeah,,

There are some out there,

That have nothing better to do than,

Be complete cock wombles...

YO!!! Mister Keyboard Warrior,

Typing with so much aggression..

like hitting the keys hard, makes them capitalised.

But the truth is,

The screen masks who you are,

You can be anything you want to be,

say anything you want to say.

But without that screen, you are just you..

And nobody gives a fuck what you think.

That dark room must be lonely..

It must be so frustrating being you..

Typing so angrily, hoping to hit a nerve.

But you are talking to yourself, you think you are not.

But a click of the close button, silences you.

Yeah..

You think you have cut through...

But you are just making noise.

A noise with no purpose.

YO!!! Mister Keyboard Warrior,

Trying so hard to come up with something truly biting,

but you just come off bitter, not particularly enlightening.

But the truth is,

You are a joke,

And the punchlines not funny.

A fall flat groan,

That echoes through the room

And still nobody gives a fuck about you.

An opinion only matters,

if you care where it comes from.

And I don't care about you..

So your opinion doesn't matter.

YO!!! Mister Keyboard Warrior,

Trying to pick a fight,

I truly am writing this song to try and save you time

Don't bother,

Don't try,

It's falling on deaf ears,

But not all is lost,

I did get to make this song because of you.

And still... I don't give a fuck about you.