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!)