Kick back watch it crumble
See the drowning, watch the fall
I feel just terrible about it
That's sarcasm, let it burn
I'm gonna make a toast when it falls apart
I'm gonna raise my glass above my heart
Then someone shouts "That's what they get!"
For all the years of hit and run
For all the piss broke devs on VH1
Where did all, their money go?
Don't we all know
Parasitic gaming industry
As it destroys itself
We'll show them how it's supposed to be
Games written from devotion
Not ambition, not for fame
Zero people are exploited
There are no tricks, up our sleeve
Gonna fight against the mass appeal
We're gonna kill the 7 game deals
Make games that have more than one good map
The dinosaurs will slowly die
And I do believe no one will cry
I'm just -blam!-ing glad I'm gonna be
There to watch the fall
Prehistoric gaming industry
Three feet in la brea tar
Extinction never felt so good
If you think anyone would feel badly
You are sadly, mistaken
The time has come for evolution
-blam!- collusion, kill the five
Whatever happened to the handshake?
Whatever happened to deals no-one would break?
What happened to integrity?
It's still there it always was
For playing game just because
A million reasons why
Dinosaurs will die.
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