Obsolete

Will I be free once I'm obsolete?
'Cause I'm just a few centuries away
From being a useless bag of meat
This ain't no guarantee
But it's coming for you, for you, for you and me
Oh, will we ever be

Oh, what does the future need?
Is it bankers or lawyers or a few more online celebrities?
Programmers or is it people in marketing agencies?
Will we still need salesmen if sales are making themselves
Or artists if people only want to be entertained?
Well, the day we may know there won't be no jobs left to hold

And you will be free
Once you're obsolete
'Cause you're just a few centuries away
From being a useless bag of meat
This ain't no guarantee
But it's coming for you, for you, for you and me
Oh, will we ever be?

Is there more to life than
Fulfilling expectations
Are we stuck here waiting
Hoping for the day that we'll be free

Once we're obsolete, yeah
'Cause we're just a few centuries away
From being a useless bag of meat
And there's no guarantee
But it's coming for you, for you, for you and me
Oh, will we ever be free?

There's no guarantee
But it's coming for you (for you, for you and me)
Coming for you and me (for you, for you and me)

No point, no needs, no point, just me
No money, no goals, no hope, no home
'Cause I don't wanna be a good guy or good man or a good this or a good that
I don't wanna be efficient
I don't want to need point want to have a mission
I don't wanna force myself to be all disciplined to identify as a good citizen
I don't want to hate myself anymore and loathe my existence
'Cause none of you all gave a fuck 'bout one in a billion

I'm just one in a billion
Just one in a billion
No more than one in a billion
Just one out of billions of people that'll be obsolete