| Looking at your mouse and seeing the bright light
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| First breath of the day your screen says «Hi!»
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| First wank of the day, your mum takes a look
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| Desperate Housewife turned blind; |
| she wanted an Einstein
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| Dickhead geek, your mind is as fake as Wolverine
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| It’s true you’re maybe part of web communities
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| But except on movies, you’ll never taste realities
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| You are what we call a super-user-wanker
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| Dick in hand like the gun of Walker Texas Ranger
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| Your kinds of drugs are not sold on the streets
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| As they are on free access in just two freaking clicks
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| You’re playing, you’re dying
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| You find your fix in gaming
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| You’re watching, you’re dying
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| Smile on your face when mouse clicking
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| You’re playing, you’re dying
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| You’re like druggies when networking
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| Push on reality button
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| And find life beyond the screen
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| Level 1: Trying to beat the final freak at WoW, lighting up your first fag ever,
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| that’s the smoke you blow
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| Level 2: Still on your laptop, 3rd wank of the day, random tweets tell to take
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| crack today
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| Level 3: You will never be free again, you’re addicted man, you’ve lost all
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| your friends
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| Level 4: You think next level gets so close but the game is over since you’re
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| damn overdosed |