They sit in the dark, anonymity, out of sight
Typing out venom like they're starting a fight
Never walked a mile, never felt the weight
But they judge and they sneer, yeah, they love to hate
They got no idea what it takes to create
But they're quick with the comments, ready to berate
From the safety of their screens, they cast the stones
But they never built a thing, never held their own
They don't see the blood, sweat, tears
All they know are their own fears
Hidden behind that fake display
They tear us down to feel okay
Armchair critics, never walked the line
Judging what they'll never understand
We keep our heads up, we take the pain
Creating art despite the disdain
Armchair critics, they can't break our soul
We turn their hate into something whole
They type out poison, think they're in control
But they don't know the cost of every toll
The late nights, the struggle, the endless grind
While they're lost in the crowd, we redefine
Every cut they make, we use to grow
Turning every jab into a steady flow
They don't know the strength it takes to stand
But we'll keep building with our own hands
They don't see the scars we bear
Or the courage it takes to care
They hide behind their screens of grey
But we'll keep creating anyway
Armchair critics, never walked the line
Judging what they'll never understand
We keep our heads up, we take the pain
Creating art despite the disdain
Armchair critics, they can't break our soul
We turn their hate into something whole
They'll never know the nights we cried
The battles lost, the dreams denied
But we push on, through all the noise
Their words are hollow, we raise our voice
Armchair critics, never walked the line
Judging what they'll never understand
We keep our heads up, we take the pain
Creating art despite the disdain
Armchair critics, they can't break our soul
We turn their hate into something whole
They'll never know the nights we cried
The battles lost, the dreams denied
But we push on, through all the noise
Their words are hollow, we raise our voice
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They sit in the dark, anonymity, out of sight
Typing out venom like they're starting a fight
Never walked a mile, never felt the weight
But they judge and they sneer, yeah, they love to hate
They got no idea what it takes to create
But they're quick with the comments, ready to berate
From the safety of their screens, they cast the stones
But they never built a thing, never held their own
They don't see the blood, sweat, tears
All they know are their own fears
Hidden behind that fake display
They tear us down to feel okay
Armchair critics, never walked the line
Judging what they'll never understand
We keep our heads up, we take the pain
Creating art despite the disdain
Armchair critics, they can't break our soul
We turn their hate into something whole
They type out poison, think they're in control
But they don't know the cost of every toll
The late nights, the struggle, the endless grind
While they're lost in the crowd, we redefine
Every cut they make, we use to grow
Turning every jab into a steady flow
They don't know the strength it takes to stand
But we'll keep building with our own hands
They don't see the scars we bear
Or the courage it takes to care
They hide behind their screens of grey
But we'll keep creating anyway
Armchair critics, never walked the line
Judging what they'll never understand
We keep our heads up, we take the pain
Creating art despite the disdain
Armchair critics, they can't break our soul
We turn their hate into something whole
They'll never know the nights we cried
The battles lost, the dreams denied
But we push on, through all the noise
Their words are hollow, we raise our voice
Armchair critics, never walked the line
Judging what they'll never understand
We keep our heads up, we take the pain
Creating art despite the disdain
Armchair critics, they can't break our soul
We turn their hate into something whole
They'll never know the nights we cried
The battles lost, the dreams denied
But we push on, through all the noise
Their words are hollow, we raise our voice
Typing out venom like they're starting a fight
Never walked a mile, never felt the weight
But they judge and they sneer, yeah, they love to hate
They got no idea what it takes to create
But they're quick with the comments, ready to berate
From the safety of their screens, they cast the stones
But they never built a thing, never held their own
They don't see the blood, sweat, tears
All they know are their own fears
Hidden behind that fake display
They tear us down to feel okay
Armchair critics, never walked the line
Judging what they'll never understand
We keep our heads up, we take the pain
Creating art despite the disdain
Armchair critics, they can't break our soul
We turn their hate into something whole
They type out poison, think they're in control
But they don't know the cost of every toll
The late nights, the struggle, the endless grind
While they're lost in the crowd, we redefine
Every cut they make, we use to grow
Turning every jab into a steady flow
They don't know the strength it takes to stand
But we'll keep building with our own hands
They don't see the scars we bear
Or the courage it takes to care
They hide behind their screens of grey
But we'll keep creating anyway
Armchair critics, never walked the line
Judging what they'll never understand
We keep our heads up, we take the pain
Creating art despite the disdain
Armchair critics, they can't break our soul
We turn their hate into something whole
They'll never know the nights we cried
The battles lost, the dreams denied
But we push on, through all the noise
Their words are hollow, we raise our voice
Armchair critics, never walked the line
Judging what they'll never understand
We keep our heads up, we take the pain
Creating art despite the disdain
Armchair critics, they can't break our soul
We turn their hate into something whole
They'll never know the nights we cried
The battles lost, the dreams denied
But we push on, through all the noise
Their words are hollow, we raise our voice
Writer: Glen Fredericks
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid