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