Sid Madrid - Planned Obsolescence lyrics

PLANNED OBSOLESENCE [Solace Zeta] Verse 1: I'm amazed at the variety of ways society is disposable/ Its face-incriminates as more waste-generates even with opposable/ Thumbs, dumb and un-intelligent/ Modes of practice distracts-us and corrodes development/ You'll find-next in general/ The mindset is expendable/ Instead of dependable/ It isn't disputable. It's irrefutable, sh** thit's beautiful you can call-art/ But our puny communities are unsuitable for the terminology ‘cause the knowledge-be disposed-of when it's supposed-to fall-apart/ Wal-mart/ Is sincerely merely the tip-of-the-iceberg/ Too ill-equipped on life's-verge/ To have sacrifice-emerge./ Don't wanna pay the price-to-purge/ The garbage, polluting our existences./ Get the hell-up, develop a hard-edge & start openly disputing the coming retribution with restitution, apprehensive-as/ We realize we're on the same-irreplaceable-ship/ Of the world-fool, as we swirl in the whirlpool of demise almost became-inescapable-sh**./ Aren't we capable-of-it?/ Know it's grim-speech but if within-weeks/ The top-of-the-line/ Has dropped-behind/ Then the biggest scam to our convalescence/ Is the presence, of this damn planned obsolescence… HOOK: [)(Life has no meaning any more, does it? … Lives are power…lives are…the force that sustains the universe! … Life has no meaning any more, does it? … To just, waste them. To throw them away without even a second thought.)(] Verse 2: Check-it-our electric-car, those ravenous capitalists kilt-it-fast./ Stopped-it-&-barged-in ‘cause it would be major bad, if things were built-to-last./ Their profit-margin could waver, how trag-ic it seems when dreams on stilts-collapse./ I'm taking no shorts, the supports are weak/ Them and their cohorts will reach/ The demise of each enterprise, until they're willing-it/ & realize like Dylan-did:/ “The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast/ The slow one now will later be fast/ As the present now will later be past.”/ I'm spilling-it/ The whole barrel-full-of-beans/ All the unbearable-scenes/ Caused by uncharitable-fiends./ All that crud-oil makes my blood-boil/ But it'll turn-out burned-out much more before the sun-will./ We're dumb-still/ At a standstill/ Confused. Are sk**s used to build sh** thit fills landfills?/ We should be enamored by the glamour of the hammer over the anvil/ But a head without a hand-le/ Is no good, understood?/ It's inherently apparent, the biggest scam to our convalescence/ Is the presence, of this damn planned obsolescence... [HOOK] )(Th-That's a horrible thing! … Life has no meaning any more, does it? … to just, waste them, waste them, waste them…)(