[Intro] Scroll down Don’t look away Scroll down The knives come out to play [Verse] There are enemies in the comments With family names and tired eyes There are fathers quoting rumors There are sons rehearsing lies There are mothers typing thunder There are kids with borrowed rage There are lonely men with slogans Making cages out of pages [Pre-Chorus] Someone says the world is ending Someone says it’s all a plan Someone points at someone bleeding Someone stops seeing a man [Chorus] Enemies in the Comments Punching through the glass Enemies in the Comments Dragging up the past Enemies in the Comments Every heart is trained Enemies in the Comments To mistake the wound for blame [Verse] I saw my neighbor lose his mercy To a video cut in half I saw an old friend praise the cruelty Like a holy photograph I saw strangers make a sermon Out of panic, dirt and dust I saw every bridge get thinner Till it couldn’t carry trust [Pre-Chorus] Someone wants a simple answer Someone wants a guilty name Someone wants a war by morning Someone wants to feel no shame [Chorus] Enemies in the Comments Punching through the glass Enemies in the Comments Dragging up the past Enemies in the Comments Every heart is trained Enemies in the Comments To mistake the wound for blame [Instrumental] Keys like bullets Screens like cells Rage like weather No one tells [Bridge] I typed a sentence, then deleted I felt the hunger in my hands The machine does not need soldiers It only needs us taking stands [Breakdown] Reply Deny Accuse Abuse Quote Explode Reload Reload [Build-up] Every insult finds a rhythm Every thread becomes a street Every stranger turns familiar When the anger learns to speak [Chorus] Enemies in the Comments Punching through the glass Enemies in the Comments Dragging up the past Enemies in the Comments Every heart is trained Enemies in the Comments To mistake the wound for blame [Chorus] Enemies in the Comments Nobody wins the war Enemies in the Comments Still we ask for more Enemies in the Comments Every heart is chained Enemies in the Comments To mistake the wound for blame [Outro] Scroll down Don’t look away Scroll down The knives come out to play