Текст песни Trophy WiFi

She's been a target before And he knows her handle well Emission nocturnal with envy, now She's rang his bell, but doesn't know it Universal in never ending, running from herself No reversal though in his calling Locked inside his, locked inside his, locked inside this hell She's burning his cross, with his fingers crossed Trophy Wifi Not a soul can tell He's got a show to tell The object of his infection hell bent on this sell, e-stalking profit Crawling sideways among the darkness Relentless in her escape for help Or lack there of she's unwillingly now become His trophy to mount No reversal though in his calling Locked inside his, locked inside his, locked inside this hell