Last Cartridge Fights

One, two, three, go!

No more discs on the shelf

Only caring 'bout their wealth

They're locking up the gate

Coming January twenty-eight (yeah)

Killing the physical, locking the door We won't buy your lies anymore

You've turned your back,

you've lost your grip We're jumping off this sinking ship!

Paying full price for a digital lease

While our collection pieces burn in peace

Every disc we owned is thrown away No more games we can

actually play

(no way!)

Killing the physical, locking the door We won't buy your lies anymore

You've turned your back,

you've lost your grip We're jumping off this sinking ship!

No disc, no rights Just fading screens under flashing lights

No disc, no rights

Killing the physical, locking the door We won't buy your lies anymore

You've turned your back,

you've lost your grip We're jumping off this sinking ship!

Twenty-eight, it's over! (over!)