**[Verse 1]** Booting up an old PC, screen flickers like a dying bulb. Torrent’s humming in the background— somewhere out there, a server chokes on its own greed. I got no receipts for this life, just cracks and keygens and stolen light. No DMCA can chain my hands, while they’re selling us the same old night. **[Pre-Chorus]** They sell us the dream in a box, then lock it down with code we can’t break. A song’s just data till someone plays it— but I’ll play it first, and let them chase me. **[Chorus]** This ain’t stealing, this is proof they lied— if buying wasn’t owning, then piracy’s justice. Small hands build the future while the suits get rich, I’m just a ghost in their system of trust. **[Verse 2]** Game patches roll in like tax bills, bugs are features now, and we’re all renters. Indie devs still make it, but the big guys burn every copy they can’t control— while I’ve got more versions than I know what to do with. **[Chorus]** This ain’t stealing, this is proof they lied— if buying wasn’t owning, then piracy’s justice. Small hands build the future while the suits get rich, I’m just a ghost in their system of trust. **[Bridge]** They’ll call me thief when I’m holding up the mirror, showing ‘em how thin their ownership really is. A middle finger to the checkout line, a shout-out to the devs who don’t need my pay. **[Outro]** So here’s to the cracks, the forks, the forges— tools in our hands, keys to the cage. No receipts, no rights, no corporate chains, just data free like a stolen sunrise.
