Veilguard's Plastic Dream

(Verse 1) Once each class had its own flair, Warriors with swords, casting their stare. But now—oh, what’s this? The game’s a shame, Mages, rogues, and warriors, all play the same! "Every move’s just a flashy light, No more tactics, no more fight!" No unique skills, no real depth— Just copy-paste combat, a hollow breath! (Pre-Chorus) "Where’s the edge? Where’s the fight?" This isn’t Dragon Age, no, it’s just polite! (Chorus) "Oh, EA, what have you done?" You took the dark, now there’s none. "No more anger, no more spite, Just rainbows and smiles, and it’s all pure shite!" "Pull a Barve," what’s that even mean? A line so forced, it’s just obscene. You killed the bite, you killed the soul, "You’ve turned this game into a monetized goal!" (Verse 2) Where’s the sarcasm, where’s the sting? Where’s the pain that used to bring? "Now it’s all smiles and ‘let’s be nice,’ No more flaws, no sacrifice!" "Once we chose who we wanted to be, Now it’s just friendly, safe, and PC. Every choice feels just the same, A padded path with no real shame!" (Pre-Chorus) "Where’s the edge? Where’s the fight?" This isn’t Dragon Age, no, it’s just polite! (Chorus) "Oh, EA, what have you done?" You took the dark, now there’s none. "No more anger, no more spite, Just rainbows and smiles, and it’s all pure shite!" "Pull a Barve," what’s that even mean? A line so forced, it’s just obscene. You killed the bite, you killed the soul, "You’ve turned this game into a monetized goal!" (Bridge) EA’s pockets lined—but at what cost? The soul of the game is so far lost! "What happened to the grit we fought for? Now we’ve got nothing but a watered-down bore!" Corporate hands pulling every string, Lost in focus groups, they forgot the sting! You drained the passion, you killed the art, Just a cash grab now, tearing it apart! (Chorus) "Oh, EA, what have you done?" You took the dark, now there’s none. "No more anger, no more spite, Just rainbows and smiles, and it’s all pure shite!" "Pull a Barve," what’s that even mean? A line so forced, it’s just obscene. You killed the bite, you killed the soul, "You’ve turned this game into a monetized goal!" (Outro) So here’s to the world, so tame and still, A hollow shell, devoid of thrill! We’ll mourn the loss, but never forget— The Dragon Age we once had, we’ll never regret!