Mornin' light hits the screen, and I just wanna hide. Yeah, the digital lock is tight, nowhere left to ride. Used to buy a tool, son, and own it 'til the end, Now every single function needs a license I must lend. My fancy smart-fridge ordered milk I didn't even need, My pickup truck needs firmware just to turn the key. I'm lookin' for a genuine switch, a button I can press, But it's buried in a menu, causing me distress. That TV's watching me, I swear, behind the curtain lace, Every gadget that I buy is leased and out of place. Oh, this technology sucks now, and that's the painful truth, It ain't the rugged steel I knew back in my youth. They took the long highway and built a digital cage, Where every tiny impulse is logged upon the page. I miss the quiet corner, the slow and steady read, Now it's just proprietary shackles, plantin' seeds of need. My battery's glued in tight, I can't swap the cell myself, Gotta send the whole device back and put it on the shelf. Got a mandatory update, sent straight from high hell, It broke the dang printer, ringing its death knell. They stopped supporting the phone I bought just last year, Saying the new model's thinner, drawing me near. I tried to fix my tractor with a video guide, But the parts are all soldered, nowhere to run and hide. I remember fixin' my truck with just a wrench and wire, The VCR would run for twenty years, never caught fire. The clock on the dashboard, it didn't need the net, Didn't worry 'bout the patches or the bugs I hadn't met. Now the manuals are online, but the links are always dead, It's all proprietary jargon stuck inside my head. They call it progress, but it feels like a scam, Taking away the basic right to fix what I am. Oh, this technology sucks now, and that's the painful truth, It ain't the rugged steel I knew back in my youth. They took the long highway and built a digital cage, Where every tiny impulse is logged upon the page. I miss the quiet corner, the slow and steady read, Now it's just proprietary shackles, plantin' seeds of need. Turn off the whole stack, gonna walk down the path. The only thing I trust is my old Land Rover, and simple wrath.
