>>4222997I'm sittin' in my basement, with rusty pipes and mold,
Internet warrior, my story's bout to unfold,
Never touched a camera, just typing away,
Pretendin' like I'm pro, but I'm lost on the way.
Pipes leakin', musty air filling the room,
I'm in my dungeon and it feels like my tomb,
A pseudo-photog, just a figment of thought,
Refusin' the truth, ignorance I've bought.
Oh, I hate Sony, it's too cool, too fancy, too modern,
But in reality, my life's just gotten sordid,
I don't shoot a thing, I'm a ghost of a master,
My life's a mess, yeah, a real disaster.
Forum dweller, from morning till night,
Feelin' like I matter in this online fight,
But I ain't got nothin', no portfolio to show,
Just a guy in a basement shadow, with nothin' to blow.
Mold climbin' the walls, my spirit shrinkin' down,
Pose as a pro, in a kingdom, I wear a crown,
But these four walls, they holdin' my secrets,
My wannabe life in the darkness, I keep it.
What if I rise, what if I leave this cellar,
Follow the dream, and become a real storyteller,
Put down the keyboard, pick up the camera,
Step into the light, silent drama.
But until that day comes, I'm just wastin' away,
Breathin' in mildew, in decay, I stay,
Talkin' big game, doin' nothin' real,
My fingertips do the talkin', forgettin' how to feel.
It's a battle, darkness in control,
For now, I loathe Sony, they steal my soul,
I'll keep typing the lies, pretendin' to shine,
But maybe someday, the truth will be mine.
Oh, I hate Sony, it's too cool, too fancy, too modern,
But in reality, my life's just gotten sordid,
I don't shoot a thing, I'm a ghost of a master,
My life's a mess, yeah, a real disaster.
From dungeon to forum, breathing out my hate,
Sayin' that Sony's the reason I ain't great,
But deep within, just a man in distress,
Hoping for change, praying for success.
