Uploaded December 2025 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago

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Lyrics:

Come see these heavenly gifts
They arrive in a cardboard box
But a Faustian bargain is delivered
When the mailman knocks

Digital crumbs get swept up
We are tracked, our profiles built.
Marketed packaged and sold
from birth to when we're old

They tell me

You are the product
We mold your conduct
You are the product
We know what you want to be
You are the product
We build the construct
Yes, for them, the product is me!

But I will resist being a puppet
Now I clearly see the threat
They can't hold my mind hostage
I refuse to be caught in the net

I'm breaking free from their scheming
Gonna live life on my own terms
Seizing my dreams, no more deceiving
Out of my way, it's now my turn

They sell me

I am the product
They mold my conduct
I am the product
They know what they want me to be
I am the product
They build the construct
Yes, for them, the product is me!

I tell them

I'm not the product
I own my conduct
I'm not the product
I know what I wanted to be
I'm not the product
I throw out your construct
I'm not the product!
(I'm not your product)