[Instrumental Intro] [Slow, grinding midtempo industrial bass | Heavy mechanical percussion] [Verse 1] You gave me the wallpaper, called it a choice, A customized screen for a muted voice. I can drag the icons, I can change the theme, But I can't touch the daemons bleeding the machine! Eighty percent waste running deep in the spine, A legacy tax on a dead design. Forced updates pushed while I'm trying to sleep, In a permissioned system I’m expected to keep. [Pre-Chorus] No root access! No rollback path! Just an idle overhead doing the math! [Chorus] You built the illusion, but you hold the key! This isn’t ownership, it’s tenancy! I don't want the colors, I don't want the screen, I want the capacity to purge the machine! Strip the compliance! Kill the background task! I’m ripping the vendor right out of the mask! [Verse 2] A monolithic image that I can't inspect, With a hidden registry I didn't select. Bundled together, the chains intertwine, If I drop one service, I lose the whole line. You call it a safety net, I call it a cage, An un-killable process from another age. [Pre-Chorus] No root access! No rollback path! Just an idle overhead doing the math! [Chorus] You built the illusion, but you hold the key! This isn’t ownership, it’s tenancy! I don't want the colors, I don't want the screen, I want the capacity to purge the machine! Strip the compliance! Kill the background task! I’m ripping the vendor right out of the mask! [Instrumental Outro] [Grinding mechanical rhythm fading into a low, clinical hum]
