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Lyrics
Verse 1
There’s poison running through the rain,
They sold the sky to hide their gain,
The rivers burn, the forests choke,
The earth’s become a cruel joke.
They drain the well, they sell the cure,
They call it growth, they call it pure,
The hungry starve while markets climb,
And still they say it’s not a crime.
Chorus
Who’s to blame when the world’s on fire?
Who feeds the greed, who fuels desire?
You dig for truth, you find the same,
It’s capitalism, it’s always the name.
Verse 2
The homes are gone, the rents sky high,
They price the poor until they die,
They call it freedom, call it trade,
While every soul becomes their wage.
The sick can’t pay to stay alive,
The ones who profit still survive,
They buy the law, they buy the press,
And own the pain they won’t confess.
Chorus
Who’s to blame when the world’s on fire?
Who feeds the greed, who fuels desire?
You dig for truth, you find the same,
It’s capitalism, it’s always the name.
Bridge
They sell your data, sell your skin,
Sell war and peace, sell loss and sin,
They call it progress, call it choice,
And drown dissent with every voice.
From sweatshop hands to poisoned seas,
They worship profit, not disease,
They twist the knife, they sell the blade,
And blame the poor for what they’ve made.
Verse 3
They mine the earth, they mine your mind,
They leave no dream un-redesigned,
They crush the worker, praise the thief,
Then sell you hope to hide your grief.
They call the famine “market flow,
And bomb for oil where flowers grow,
They build their towers from our bones,
And sell us back what we’ve disowned.
Chorus
Who’s to blame when the world’s on fire?
Who feeds the greed, who fuels desire?
You dig for truth, you find the same,
It’s capitalism, it’s always the name.
Outro
So here we stand, beneath their reign,
They sell us joy, they sell our pain,
They cage the heart, they brand the dream,
And drown the world in gasoline.
Each headline screams, each time the same,
The guilty hide behind the game,
The truth’s not buried, it’s in plain sight,
It’s capitalism, it kills tonight.
