Letras
You were never meant to last
You were made to be replaced
Born in the mold of a factory god
Flesh stamped thin, branded flawed
Numbered veins, plastic bone
Expiration date carved in stone
Bleed for the gears, choke on the rust
Feed the machine, decay to dust
Every life a line of code
Built to crack, then be reloaded
You are the product, you are the prey
You rot exactly as designed today
Planned obsolescence — born to expire
Fuel for the furnace, feed for the fire
Planned obsolescence — end by design
Break, recycle, fall back in line
Teeth like gears, hands like clamps
Skin peels back in the loading ramps
Your blood is oil, your bones are ore
Your soul's a number in the system's core
Decommissioned, stripped for parts
Memories bled from the beating heart
Melt you down, erase your name
Sell your shell to start the game
Break the body
Burn the mind
Grind the soul
Redesign
Planned obsolescence — born to expire
Fuel for the furnace, feed for the fire
Planned obsolescence — end by design
Break, recycle, fall back in line
I built you weak so you'd serve my reign
I built you strong so you'd die in pain
Every birth is a kill command
Every death exactly planned
I feed on flesh, I feast on fear
I write your end before you're here
You'll rot for me, then rise again
And I will break you just the same
Life's a lease
NEVER YOURS!
You're the meat
IN THE GEARS!
Born to break
MADE TO DIE
No escape
DON'T ASK WHY
Planned obsolescence — born to expire
Fuel for the furnace, feed for the fire
Planned obsolescence — end by design
Break, recycle, fall back in line
Next model in production
Dispose of the old unit