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They traded players for the profit margins.
But we're not backing down.
You ignored the blackouts in August,
Laughed it off online,
left us in the dust.
The corporate suites just watch the numbers rise,
Selling out our trust under synthetic skies.
Now the CFO says physical is dead,
Putting digital traps
inside our head.
I want the disc in the box!
(Keep it physical!) I won't buy your paper slips and empty locks!
(No way!)
Keep the media real,
don't kill the art,
You've torn the soul right out of the gamers' heart!
January twenty-eight on the retail shelf,
Just an empty plastic case to feed your wealth.
A stupid printed code where the shiny silver used to be,
But you won't sell a lifeless plastic cage to me.
We built this empire
on the discs we own,
Now you're trying to reign from a hollow throne.
No digital future, no corporate greed.
We want the real thing,
that's all we need.
You think you own the game,
but we own the rights!
I want the disc in the box!
(Keep it physical!) I won't buy your paper slips and empty locks!
(No way!)
Keep the media real,
don't kill the art,
You've torn the soul right out of the gamers' heart!
Physical media forever!
(It will always be forever!) We won't support your digital lies!