the clat clat is music to me, to other's it is just noise
outside no one can hear me, but inside they hear my voice
Ive made my choice, this is where I feel at home
I do not need a car, family, friends, becuz i am not alone
The people I meet understand and do not judge the person am,
they won't laugh at me for being the biggest E Band Fan.
The screen engulfs me to where pixel light is all that i care for,
I decide the outcome of my life in this pixelated world.
The games are moving and the hearts are uplifting
It gets harder to type as my attention starts drifting.
I fall asleep in my chair, I never change the clothers i wear,
No one sees me anyway so who really cares?
My life is on my computer, who really needs a job?
I rob houses to provide relief to my the pain in my head that throbs.
I see people who think the internet was made for joy,
websites that were done so you could order meaningless toys.
It annoys me when people don't understand wut it is,
This is wut i am, but people just use it for business.
I will sit and shit in this chair, I will never be moved,
They say net obsession is a sickness, but it is still to be proved.