If a Troll Said It, It Must Be True

[Verse 1]
There’s a whisper in the wires, drifting through the broadband blue,
From a username like Wally Walis, with a profile picture of a shoe.
She don’t know my life or story, doesn’t care what’s real or true—
She just fires off another rumour, like a flare into the night.
Says I’m a runaway father, says I never paid a penny,
Though my receipts could build a tower stretching halfway up to time.
Facts don’t matter on the net, no evidence will do—
’Cause if a troll said it, it must be true.
[Chorus]
Oh, if a troll said it, it must be true,
Doesn’t matter what the truth is, doesn’t matter what I do.
Anonymous prophets of the neon blue,
If a troll said it, it must be true.
[Verse 2]
Then there’s Digital Danny, claiming things about my past—
Says I never wore the uniform, though the proof is built to last.
But why trust documents or records when you’ve got some random guy,
Who never leaves his mother’s basement but calls everything a lie?
They scream “stalker!” in the comment sections,
Never met me, never will—
It’s a label thrown like daggers just to see who they can kill.
And my partner, sweet and loyal, gets called names out of the blue—
But hey, if a troll said it, it must be true.
[Chorus]
Oh, if a troll said it, it must be true,
Doesn’t matter what the truth is, doesn’t matter what I do.
Anonymous judges with nothing to lose—
If a troll said it, it must be true.
[Bridge]
They’ll brand a mother “bad”, they’ll claim a man’s a crook,
They’ll rewrite an entire lifetime with one comment and a look.
They’ll twist an accusation into a verdict overnight—
Slander dressed as gossip, gossip dressed as “truth”.
And when someone stumbles, when someone’s name is in the news,
They’ll shout “guilty till forever!” though there’s nothing they can prove.
In a world of masks and avatars, truth doesn’t stand a chance—
Just lies that spread like wildfire in a low-lit comment dance.
[Verse 3]
They’ll call my girl an “ugly mare,” a “munter,” “just a state”—
As if cruelty from strangers has some power to dictate.
But beauty isn’t born from bitterness or screens in darkened rooms—
It’s born from hearts that weather storms and still find ways to bloom.
And me? I’ve heard a thousand stories that would make the devil grin—
About things I never heard of, places I’ve never been.
But the chorus of the chaos always sounds the same and true:
“If a troll typed it, well… it must be true.”
[Chorus]
Yeah, if a troll said it, it must be true,
Doesn’t matter what’s reality, they’ll rewrite it all for you.
Truth gets buried, lies shine through—
If a troll said it, it must be true.
[Outro]
So let the cowards keep on typing, let the liars spin their yarns,
I’ll be living life in daylight while they hide behind their charms.
’Cause I know who I am, and the people who love me do too—
And that matters more than anything a troll could claim as “true.”