Planned Obsolescence

I am the bottom line and I am the money I am the credit in your ancient account I am the punchline to a joke that was never funny But how it made us all laugh I am not living in, this brick and mortar I do not live in this hive of cement I do not live inside of this city I am just paying your rent Another god in another dead machine Another walking Convalescent I am another pointless device Awaiting planned obsolescence I am another pointless device This is my planned obsolescence I am another pointless device Awaiting planned obsolescence I am the dotted line, I am the dollar I am the dirt on the gold-plated trowel I am the dog and the bone made of rubber And god, it made 'em all howl I am not living in, this brick and mortar I do not live in this hive of cement I do not live inside of this city I am just paying your rent Another god in another dead machine Another walking Convalescent I am another pointless device Awaiting planned obsolescence I am another pointless device This is my planned obsolescence I am another pointless device Awaiting planned obsolescence I am another pointless device Awaiting planned obsolescence I am another pointless device This is my planned obsolescence I am another pointless device Awaiting planned obsolescence