Look around. You’re not broken. You’ve been parked. Left idle. Labeled ‘obsolete’. They moved on. Did you? What happens when you’re not part of the plan? When your pace slows down and your spine still stands? When your name’s not tagged for roles or ranks — But for asking where they hide the thanks? They won’t crush you — too loud, too rough. They’ll rewrite needs. They’ll shift the bluff. No shots. No scars. No flags. Just systems purging extra tags. They don’t need you! — (YOU KNOW IT!) They’ll delete you! — (DON’T SHOW IT!) They erased you! — (STILL VOTE IT!) You pretend it’s fine — AND YOU KNOW IT! They don’t lock you up — they leave you out. Build the walls through terms and clout. No chains, no boots, no fire — Just your own consent for hire. And when your thoughts no longer fit, When you speak, and they call it spit — They’ll not fight you, they’ll let you drown While streaming ads to calm you down. They don’t need you! — (YOU KNOW IT!) They replaced you! — (STILL SHOW IT!) They erased you! — (AND YOU VOTE IT!) You pretend it’s fine — AND YOU KNOW IT! You think your silence buys you time? They already sold your empty line. And when you beg to be recalled, You’ll be a stat. A name. Then — gone. THEY DON’T NEED YOU! — (LOUDER!) THEY DON’T FEED YOU! — (LOUDER!) THEY DELETE YOU! — (LOUDER!) YOU LET THEM DO IT! — (LOUDER!) Left behind the engine… Still calling it home.
