Recall Notice

Sirens in the showroom static on the shelf
Every barcode twitch like it's saving itself
Recall notice carved on a billboard's spine
But the warning's printed in a corpse-red line
Yo… sign here for your slow expiration
Click-scan slip-tag batch-burn scan-back
Toxin in the paint while they praise that brand-pack
Lead-leak drip from the gold-foil wrap
Signed your life in a sale-stamp trap
Chrome in the caps and the seal's still shining
Ink in the milk where the ad's still smiling
Barcode blink with a pulse like prey
Every bite's a confession they refuse to say
Slips in the bolts where the car frame's bending
Truth on the label that they keep suspending
Steel in the toy with a taste like rust
plastic lungs in a factory's dust
Batch-stamp smear on the warranty's grave
Every clause is a clause for the life they save
Check once (too late) they print that seal
Ship the burn till the bones can't heal
Factory floor got a god complex
Mix cyanide with the flavor text
Every warning tucked in a font too small
And the lawsuit's ink don't dry at all
"Every safety check is a fucking sales pitch"
They ship it while they fake that (careful care)
Now your name's on the death-list (over there)
Recall notice blaring in the night
Signed in your blood with the barcode bright
Every clause carved in a lawyer's grin
But the proof don't fit when the bodies slip in
Recall notice feeding on the blind
Trade your breath for the bottom line
Every ad's got a death-date clean
But the ink won't fade from the murder scene
Clock hand stuck on the date they swore
But the list gets long and the deaths stack more
Clipboards click in the lab coat's grip
While the boardroom pours on the poison drip
Paper trail curled in a desk drawer grave
And the truth's half-buried in the smiles they wave
Every batch comes back in a ghost-marked crate
With a stamp too late for the line they ate
Lead-line lace in the sippy cup sip
Burn in the skin from the heel's tight strip
Metal in the gum with a spark in the vein
And the ad still says it can cure your pain
Silk-screen smile on the death-batch box
While the newsfeed loops and the stock chart locks
Recall notice runs on a dead-link feed
But the fix came late for the lungs you bleed
Click-crash print-flash tag-smash lock-seal
Notice on the screen but the refund's not real
Clear your cart but the charge still bites
While the product's still sold in the neon lights
House lights dim with the air still thick
Every breath tastes like a factory trick
Recall call in the night won't fade
When the bed still smells like the thing they made
Ghost-tag hang on the crib's side rail
And the crib's still sold at the clearance sale
Recall notice on the door's dead chain
But the chain won't break till they sell that pain
Skin won't heal from the mark it's fed
And the mark reads back what the notice said
Every letter's stamped with the boardroom's breath
Every breath is a product — now return that death
Tag burned deep in the shelf you claimed
Recall in the ink that the ad still framed
Refund's a myth when the grave still sings
Recall notice king with its lead-lined wings