Greetings people of the internet It's your friend from the real world I've been reaching out, tryna make contact All I'm getting back are really mean comments Yeah, yeah I could lose a couple pounds And my hair looks like a helmet But you don't gotta point it out Why is everybody so stressed about it? Why can't we all just calm down? Everybody's fighting on the internet again No one's even trying anymore Nobody wants to be the bigger man It's a free-for-all and all-for-none And no one cares who's right or wrong Bully the bully till we become what we've been fighting all along Man, you seem really miserable But I'm glad you got that off your chest The internet is free, and I'm no professional But I think you could use a therapist I'm gonna take a guess You don't have any friends That's why you've got a truck in your profile pic It's all making sense, it's all connected How somebody could be this dense Everybody's fighting on the internet again No one's even trying anymore Nobody wants to be the bigger man It's a free-for-all and all-for-none And no one cares who's right or wrong Bully the bully till we become what we've been fighting all along You want the truth but you refuse to do the work it takes to learn And all the while the world keeps spinning on without you Everybody's fighting on the internet again We just dance and we die by the sword, we rely on We feed the machine all the bodies it needs Go to war where they want Till we become what we've been fighting all along