Jaded, sick, and only 26

20 years later and it's come to this

4th quarter christmas, very little interest

Convinced hits now register as mere blips

Quips on the box that signify a sinking ship

Radar is set to those that slip below this

Tell me that it's niche, i fall into it's grips

Aestheticly pathetic yet somehow it's bringing bliss

And i miss the times past when a game could last

For days and weeks on end cause i had no cash

Playin with geeks and friends and rockin Road Rash

Now every sleek game is a motherfuckin rehash

To be trash, and no, it's not even worth the .iso

And certainly not cash, unless it's like 5 bucks (ohhh)

That kind of sin always seems to be a vice though

Forget the new Madden get yourself some Mad Maestro

Interactive entertainment

It's impact you can't contain it

Encroached in feature creep, you get no sleep

90 hour weeks, wishing you could just count sheep

Its no small feat, to eradicate and tweak

Normal mapping code that makes mortal men weep

You're knee deep in the source and there's no end in sight

The months pass and you wonder when you'll see the sunlight

Thats alright, is all that you can mumble to yourself

You'll go through hell just to get that box up on the shelf

You delve deeper on the forums to please the fanbase

Plead your case, but complaints are all you face

You wasted all that time defending your position

Against the mental midgets and braindead little kid threats

And no rest, though the ever lasting crunch time

Chained to the cubicule, another pizza lunch time

Oh my, whats this, you say it's gone gold?

For your sake lets hope it's the greatest story ever told

Interactive entertainment it's impact you can't contain it

Your critisism seeks to malign the industry

An axe to grind, but not until the greens recieved

Exploit those who grieve

Serving only your needs, abusing your law degree

To scream like a banshee everytime that you're on my tv

Cause all the poor parents still pleading not guilty

And thats weak, take responsibilty for turning your kids to sheep

There's a direct causal link inbetween the checks you cash

And the fact that you're still talkin out your ass

And that's little crass

But it seems you just harass because half your life has passed

Not surprised cause that happens all the time

Parents have been bitchin since 1959

It's the 7th generation, more than 30 years

And in my estimation, the end is nowhere near motherfucker

Dont get caught up in your lies

Cause we're all just pixelante's

Dont get caught up in your lies

Yes we're all just pixelante's

They are just games

They are just games

Every generation needs something to blame

They are just games

They are just games

Music and movies have suffered the same