Plisko the Porn Bomber

In the shadows of the screen, where the dark words fly,
There's a name they call Plisko, living life up high.
In the Broom Hill Flats, he's trying to survive,
But Cip Clips is coming, with a fire in his eyes.

Craig Houston, yeah, he’s got a grudge,
Threatening Alan, won’t even budge.
Online wars turn into real fears,
In this digital age, the danger’s clear.

Oh, how did we get here, with threats in the night,
Words like daggers, ready to ignite.
From the screen to the street, the violence grows,
Gotta stop this madness, before it explodes.

Called him names, threw insults, tried to break his soul,
Said he’s “windy looking,” but it’s taken a toll.
In the online jungle, it’s a brutal game,
Cip Clips and Plisko, caught up in the flame.

Craig Houston’s rage, it knows no bounds,
In the virtual world, danger’s found.
Alan Mitchell, stay inside,
The threats are real, nowhere to hide.

Oh, how did we get here, with threats in the night,
Words like daggers, ready to ignite.
From the screen to the street, the violence grows,
Gotta stop this madness, before it explodes.

In the silence of the keyboard, the danger brews,
Gotta find a way, gotta change the news.
No more hiding, no more fear,
Stand together, make it clear.

Oh, how did we get here, with threats in the night,
Words like daggers, ready to ignite.
From the screen to the street, the violence grows,
Gotta stop this madness, before it explodes.

In the shadows of the screen, where the dark words fly,
Let’s bring back the light, let the peace arise.
No more threats, no more hate,
In this digital age, let’s choose a better fate.