[Verse 1]

Click fraud

Phone bank bot net streams cut out my piece

You weren't ever gonna give it to me

Work for free

Approach me only on bended knee

[Verse 2]

I WILL MAKE THEM PAY

No other option no other way

I will make them pay

Exist outside their frame

I will make them pay

I speak my piece, I have my say

I will make them pay

Until dead in the ground I lay

[Verse 3]

Trade one exploitative boss for

Amorphous system I abhor

It is powered by ac waves

Of kafka spinning in his grave

[Verse 4]

Cajoled into the system

I'lll participate but won't do it with any conviction

You want a mindless product well you fucking got it

Never gave a fuck about music, just profit

Gods work is not fucking paying

I watch rot expand, the yields decaying

The lord sits in his fucking castle

What a giant asshole

[Breakdown]

Famine

Ambivalent

Fourth horse

I fucking hate you

I FUCKING HATE YOU

[Verse 5]

Cattle tou may feast on the fuckin bare minimum

I trebuchet pipe bombs deep into elysium

Blue check death blown clear to fuckin kingdom come

Internal marketing obit, i have written some

As it is now far behind enemy lines

U get your cookie cutter shit from within these confines

Smothered my process to death, it must be commodified

So i can put it up on Spotify

Bing’s shard at my neck while i scream this

The judges view empathy as a weakness

From the own mouth of executives heartless

Spotify was not made to pay the artists

I’d like to take my fucking market share

And shove it up the ass of every fucking suit that works there

Just another tyrant to circumvent

Commodify this dissent

[Verse 6]

Stop using Spotify right now

Do not wait for the song to end

Ask and you will be shown how

Pull your money that you spend

[Verse 7]

Buy 1 album a month with your ten bucks

And make way more of a difference

It just pocket change to the breadwinner big cunts

But I need that so I can keep on living

The reaganomics bullshit is not fucking working

You can guess who it is really hurting

The CEOs look down smirking

Not even a penny that I’m fucking earning

[Verse 8]

The revolution will not be televised

And it sure as fuck will not be on Spotify

Bandcamp and youtube for the rest of the record

Cause I can't be assed to put a whole new version together

To appeal to censoners sensibilities

You already know that they can fucking choke on deez

Nutz, untill I fucking die starving

Middle finger up in the grave while I’m departing