Whiteboard Criminal

I got no intentions to play your games, to act like I owe you
Your lack of heart and your arrogance will self-expel you soon enough
Behind the curtains - so calculated
Your machine fed with people's dreams
You don't care about the values, you just care about the cash
All this staged nonsense - pathetic normie trash
You sell the code, you deal in new identities, you reproduce what you took from us
The hype is real - the contract screams slavery - on the leash for the rest of life
You might be the industry but you don't fool us
There is no pride in servitude, no pricetag on our heads
Get fucked