Broken Controllers Rage

(aghhh) You greedy corporate suits,

you signed the papers in twenty-twenty-eight To kill off the physical discs,

leaving us with code-in-box decay Only a download key inside a plastic

empty shell Selling us paper lies,

dragging gaming down to hell

Greedy corporate bastards, we are pissed off

You are killing physical media,

ripping us off

Nobody's gonna buy your system,

pulling this move

You're gonna cause a crash with nothing left to lose (nothing left

to lose)

Printing on the consoles that the physical era is dead Ignoring all

the players and the warnings that we said I might pull the

plug, let the system sit in dust and rust How can we

support you when you spit upon our trust?

August twenty-third to the thirtieth,

we draw the line

No more silence, no more letting you design our decline

You think we don't care but we are keeping the score

We won't take this bullshit anymore (no more) Greedy corporate bastards,

we are pissed off

You are killing physical media,

ripping us off

Nobody's gonna buy your system,

pulling this move

You're gonna cause a crash with nothing left to lose

causing the video game crash! (crash!)