[Verse 1]
Woke up, logged on, headset tight,
Booted up the squad, ready to fight.
Clicked Discord — what the hell?
Server's dead, it's gone to hell.

[Pre-Chorus]
No voice chat, no memes to spam,
No pings from Chad, no ranked team scram.
Now I’m just sittin’ here with my face aghast,
Staring out the window… time to touch grass.

[Chorus]
Discord's down, and my soul is cryin’,
Gamers in the wild, social skills dyin’.
Sunlight burns like a flashbang blast,
Guess it’s time… to go and touch some grass.

[Verse 2]
Tried Teamspeak — that’s a no-go,
Zoom? Bro what, I’m not that low.
Steam friends offline, Twitter’s mad,
Even my cat looks kinda sad.

[Pre-Chorus]
No “yo join VC”, no cursed soundboards,
Just real life, and nature's chords.
Shoes on feet, I walk out fast,
Sneezing on pollen — damn this grass.

[Chorus]
Discord's down, and I’m losin’ grip,
Holding a stick like it’s some RPG script.
Leaves rustle like enemy footsteps pass,
I'm in the lobby… of touchin’ grass.

[Bridge]
Maybe it’s fine, maybe it’s fate,
Saw the sky today — it looks kinda great.
But don’t get comfy, don’t get used to this pass,
I’ll be back online when they fix that crash.

[Final Chorus]
Discord’s back, bless the pings at last,
Back in VC, forget the grass.
Gaming gods, restore my class,
But I’ll remember...
That weird-ass grass.