Story: Ryan Bracha

Lyrics by Ryan Bracha

Composed by Ryan Bracha and Andy Ramsbottom

Produced by Andy Ramsbottom

Drums recorded and engineered by Jesse Davies

Art: Jeff Honky Collins

THE BALLAD OF KENNETH UNDERGROUND


They call it social media, but there’s nothing social about it. We share everything—our meals, our smiles, our arguments—with an audience of strangers, faceless orbs we’ll never truly know. Each post, each like, each comment is a breadcrumb trail, leading anyone who cares enough straight into our lives.

And Kenneth cares.

Kenneth is patient as fuck. He doesn’t argue in the comments or stir up drama for validation. He watches. Your photos, your jokes, your casual overshares—they’re all threads in a web he spins quietly from the shadows. He knows your children’s names because you posted their first-day-of-school pictures. He knows your boyfriend’s face because you tagged him in a date night selfie. He knows where you went on holiday because you tagged your location in that picture of you in your bikini in Corfu which, incidentally, he’s saved to his phone. You know? For later.

Every notification you chase is another opening for Kenneth to slip through, like an octopus. You thought you were venting to a friend when you posted about your awful day at work, but Kenneth read it too. He knows your routine now. He knows which days you finish late, which nights you drink too much.

It’s all so easy. Too easy.

You don’t think about who’s reading when you post. You’re just filling the void, shouting into the abyss for likes and the fleeting satisfaction of being seen by anybody. But you better fucking believe that Kenneth is listening, and he’s not the only one. The internet is full of shadows like him. Some call them incels. People who turn your openness into opportunity, who practice the dark arts of obsession and control.

When Kenneth finally steps into your life, it doesn’t feel random. Not at all. It feels inevitable as fuck. You liked his comment on a post about funny dogs once, and it was months ago. It was a genuinely throwaway click that meant nothing to you because you’d already moved onto a video of somebody watching and commenting on Tik Toks. 

But it meant everything to him. It was the spark, the confirmation he needed. From that moment, you weren’t just another profile. You were his next project, mate.

By the time the police find you, gagged and bound in the basement of his silent obsession, it’s already too late. He tells them he loved you, that you loved him too. He means it. Kenneth always means it.

You gave him your life, piece by piece, and he put the puzzle together all by himself. Not because he’s clever, but because you let him. We all let him. Every post is a breadcrumb. Every argument with a stranger is a window into our thoughts. We validate the dangerous, we invite the unhinged, and we call it meaningful connection.

We gave our dreams to Kenneth Underground. And Kenneth is fucking toxic. 



LYRICS


This is the ballad of Kenneth Underground

He’s in your life but he never makes a sound

He knows your children, he knows your mother too

He knows your thoughts and there’s not much that you’ll do


This is the story of Kenneth Underground

He sees you on the forum and you make his heartbeat pound

He knows your name and he knows your boyfriend’s too

He loves the pictures from your holiday last June


This is the warning of Kenneth Underground

He’s on your profile and he finds you quite profound

He’s knows your places and he’s visited them too

He’s got a plan for when he finally talks to you


This is the face of Kenneth Underground

It cries a thousand tears as you’re lying gagged and bound

He says he loves you, and he knows you love him too

The police are coming but it’s just too late for you


This was the ballad of Kenneth Underground

He’s in your life but he never makes a sound

You liked one of his comments and that was quite enough

To find you on all platforms and slowly fall in love

Your boyfriend has the life that Kenneth wants so much

So do yourself a favour and turn your privacy up a notch

You offered up your soul to the gods of anonymity

You couldn’t guess the price of your own availability



This was the ballad of Kenneth Underground

We made it easy for our secrets to be found

We told our friends, but we told the strangers too

We opened up our hearts and nothing was taboo

We shared our deepest fears for the sake of thumbs and hearts

We made friends with the shadows who practised the dark arts

We gave our dreams to a million minds unsound

We gave our dreams to Kenneth Underground



We gave our dreams

We gave our dreams

We gave our dreams

We gave our dreams