Computer pieces crashing to the ground
Breaking and shattering you can hear the sound
Little by little creating a machine
Best running device your eyes ever seen
Money and time put on the line
Does it work or fail its all a landmine
Everything is made to go so fast
Did anyone think that speed can last?
The tools and the image can be created for you
But can there results equal a creation so true?
Falling short of expectations
The many devastations
A machine that has too much
Lost direction and simple abilities of such
The race to the first in line is a downfall
When soo many products are on recall
The price is always getting higher
With even more craving this desire
Only to be filled with anger and rage
Moving on to something else turn the page
Simple times and simple days
Many people count the ways
What is technology to become?
Stealing lives and making souls lost and numb
Wires and batteries
Contracts and replacement fees
What is this buisiness coming to?
One day there will be nothing big and new