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