It's Enshittification, Darling
Enshittification: say it sweet, say it neat. When platforms rot from the inside, someone should at least make it rhyme.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Well here’s something funny, boo, lean in, let me tutor ya, Honeyed little horror story, bananasutra’s sutra. Roll it slow… EN-SHITTI-FICATION, savor syllables, I make ruin sound rhythmic, make collapse feel kissable. Low-rent curse of a code-fed generation, I lace rot in rhythm, call it reputational. Smile real sweet while decay screams “encore,” I sell you the stage while it eats through the floor. Perfume the truth ‘til it pays my rent, Glitter on rot, algorithmic scent. Blue-dot dopamine, black-hole trends, Fairy-tail feeds that never end. Sip that feed, little lies go down neat, I make bitter taste better with a backbeat. [Chorus] It’s enshittification, darling, sway to the slide, Bananasutra whisper while the systems divide. I drip-feed sugar, let it stick, let it seep, Pretty little nightmare in a slow, dirty sweep. It’s enshittification, say it sweet, say it neat, I make ruin feel good in a deadpan beat. [Verse 2] Last year “gaslight,” same flame, new wick, Same old sin, just rebranded slick. Buzzwords breed in a closed-loop creed, Snake eats tail while I teach it to feed. Sell you chaos dressed up as peace, Charm what clings and won’t release. Tech-bro mystics buying what I feel, I manufacture meaning, mark it “real.” Spin that wheel, next term, next spell, Silk on the surface, stitched from hell. I dance through your twat-ocracies, Power strips slow on its knees. [Chorus] It’s enshittification, curated decay, Cabaret corruption in a soft-lit display. I lace those lies in a caring glove, Whisper “trust me” while I redefine love. [Bridge] Say it once… now it’s yours to keep… Say it twice… now it runs that deep… Say it like I named the price… Say it like it sounds too nice… [Spoken Word] Scribbled truths in the bathroom stalls, Lipstick prophecies on the walls. Same old beast in a fresh disguise, I sing it softly while it eats you alive. Sociology, sweetheart, who keeps the score? I’ve danced this decline a thousand times before… [Final Chorus] It’s enshittification, dressed up in lace, I powder the word, put a smile on its face. Six slow syllables, sweet decay, I hum it softly while it eats your day. It’s enshittification, clap on cue, I make collapse feel intimate, tailored to you. [Outro] So here’s something funny, boo, spin it again, A joke that gets sharper each cycle you’re in. Bananasutra, turn it ‘round, let it drown, Word of the year in a funeral gown. Prophetic linguistics, I put politics in eclipse, My dubbed-out lullaby on your apocalypse. If it all falls apart… you know what I’ll do? I’ll make it feel good… just for you.
